I found this picture of her the other day, and thought I would write about my adolescent crush on her and how I realized, halfway through A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, that the tragic death of the mother Dave Eggers was writing about was my very own Heidi McSweeney, and about how I sent a camp photo of her to Eggers (which took a lot of effort back in those days before I had a scanner), and about how he never wrote me back, which also happened to someone else from that wonderful camp, Camp Fernwood in the Berkshires.
So here, instead, are mother and son, side by side. Their eyes are similar. Hers were like narrow blue lasers – she could send a whole table of campers into scared silence with one glance. I wonder if the people at McSweeney’s feel the same.