Tera Hatfield is Hot Shit

This is Tera Hatfield, and if you don’t know her then you are missing the fuck out on one of the most excellent human beings around these fifty some-odd states, never mind the whole fucking planet. She is, among other things, a top-notch writer, ever-expanding thinker, firm hug-giver, faultless book-recommender, Halloween wine-drinker, rough-patch getter-out-of, high-class complimenter, fancy t-shirt-sharer, excellent style-haver, endlessly accommodating vacation-host, and always reliable late-night call-taker.

She possess charm, wit, class, and a sudden smile that can’t but make you want to give her a big wet sloppy kiss on the cheek. The world can throw us some shit from time to time, yet she always maintains her desire to help create a community of equals, of people living together. When I dream about the artists’ collective, she’s the first one I want by my side. I am a better person for having her in my life, and I miss her every day that she is in Portland and I am not.

Tuesday is her birthday, and she has to spend it away from her friends and family. Words can’t experss how much I love that l’il lady, but words are all I have to work with today. So Internet, send my love to Tera!