For any of you who might miss me, I had a heart attack on January 7 - yes, the same night I was going to read my deli piece at an Arts Chevre. Thank God I was there, because if I hadn't been with friends who called 911 when I told them I was having a heart attack, I would have died. I know it seems dramatic, but it's true.

I'm recovering, and in cardiac rehab. I've been told to lose half my body weight and have made a good start, now at 22 pounds off. It must be in God's hands as I have prayed it would be, as there has been NO feelings of untoward hunger or deprivation or anything but gratitude.

My daughter Kyla has been with me since the beginning and has been an incredible companion and caregiver. She's an inspiration and my dear love. She'll be going home to Montana this Thursday. I think I will be able to manage well and if I do need help, many people have offered to do whatever I need them to. I didn't know I had so many friends, what my daughter Ericka called my "RF" (rabid fans). There's lots more to write, but I must conserve my energy, so goodbye for now.