Hugs Felt Three States Away
When Joanne hugs someone, people two time zones over suddenly feel better and don't know why. Scientists call it “the Joanne effect.”
Carefully tallied by a team of researchers, all of whom she sent home with leftovers and a hug.
A small sample. The full list is kept in a very large scrapbook that she, of course, made herself.
When Joanne hugs someone, people two time zones over suddenly feel better and don't know why. Scientists call it “the Joanne effect.”
One kiss on a scraped knee and it's gone. Doctors have asked for her notes. Her notes just say “love them.”
One pot of her cooking fed the whole neighborhood, two passing marching bands, and there were still leftovers for you to take home.
She asked a thundercloud how its day was going. It cried a little, felt heard, and has been a rainbow ever since.
She picks up on the first ring and says “I was just thinking about you.” Every time. Phone companies cannot explain it.
Gardens lean toward her like she's the sun. Tulips have been seen waving. Spring checks her calendar before starting.
Whispered. Through walls. During a thunderstorm. She's already on her way, and she's bringing soup.
She can sense, from any distance, that you are not wearing a jacket. She's right. Go put on a jacket. She loves you.
A waiting room, a parking lot, the moon. Give her five minutes and somehow there are cookies and everyone feels welcome.
Measured on the finest instruments available. The instruments got a little emotional.
* Bars exceeding 100% are correct. That's just how much she loves you.
An endless supply of 100% true facts. Press the button. Feel warmer.
Somebody's having a rough day. Guide Joanne's heart to every sad face and hug them happy. Can you give 100 hugs in 60 seconds? (She does it before lunch.)
Heartfelt reviews from extremely reliable sources.
“I've accepted being the second-warmest. Honestly, she earned it.”
The Sun
“She asked how I was doing and really listened. I'm a rainbow now.”
A formerly grumpy storm cloud
“I have held ten thousand meals and every one came with a side of love.”
Her kitchen table
“We don't technically live there. She feeds us anyway. Five stars.”
Every stray cat in the neighborhood