Anissa was one of my three roomies when I went to Chicago to crash BlogHer this past summer.
Anissa insisted I stay in their room, even if I slept in the bath tub.
Anissa helped me to navigate through the huge city that is Chicago. She helped me feel comfortable in a cab. (and that's saying a lot-do you know what people do in those cabs?)
Anissa wasn't bitter
Anissa is beautiful.
Anissa is strong.
Anissa needs us more than ever.
So if you would could you please pray, think positive thoughts, light a candle, or clap for fairies for Anissa, Her husband, and their 3 young children. I know what it was like to feel so helpless at the age of 30 when my mother had her strokes. I can't even fathom being 5, 8, or 11 with your mother in ICU.
If you would like more information or to see how you can help-please visit here.
Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.
Update: A paypal site has been set up to assist the family-if you are able please click on the Help Anissa 4 Button on my sidebar. Thank you!
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I just found Anissa's writing not very long ago. I don't know how it's possible since she's... like... everywhere. And is loved by everyone. I've been thinking about her all day.
you said it girl.
I love you, Heather! These ties that are bound, via the internet, are true.
I met her through you at that event! And by the end of the bus ride we had made plans to have babies together.
I just keep praying for her...
(((hugs)))
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