My dear dear friend Mary Fons may finally be done with Mayo clinic and heading home to Chicago with her big (and I mean big) guy Steve.
If you don’t know of the struggles Mary has gone through over the past months (starting shortly after her wedding night – ugh) google Mary Fons Blog to travel back over her story. She is one heroic woman and, even in the midst of her strife, has been able to express herself as the brilliant writer she is. I’m guessing that her love of writing and her imagination has helped her fight through the mental and medical strife she has been facing.
When I lived on Giddlings Street in Chicago Mary used to work as my press secretary a few days a week before she moved on to more exciting things — the Neo-Futurists and free lance writing assignments that paid more than the ten bucks I could afford. When we got bored we would pretend to be dogs and run around the apartment arfing.
That’s what I’m doing now Mary arf arfing jumping up and down waiting for you to come home.
