I decided to take out a Bookbub ad to see what would happen. Let me know if you saw this ad on any of your sites. They assured me it was seen by over 6k individual eyeballs, but I never saw it, lol.
Predictably, I spent the night smiling at people, clapping along, but only talking to my husband. That's what writer/introverts do! It was a great time. Strangely enough, the only people I had a conversation with (beyond social niceties-plenty of those) was the editorial editor of my local paper @StarNews, which I've read religiously since we moved to Wilmington, NC. I couldn't believe my luck! His wife is the one that introduced us, because for some reason she cut me from the herd of other women in the crush of a party. It was around ten o'clock, things were winding down, and we two couples just gabbed. It was wonderful.
The Wilma Magazine organizers outdid themselves. So much love and appreciation in that room. I was proud to be among the women receiving awards and recognition for their hard work.
The food was amazing! A live band! Dance floor! Mike and I danced until we were dizzy!
When it was over and we were driving away, Mike suggested go through the drive thru and buy a Whopper. SMH I couldn't believe it! We'd just had the most tender prime rib, pumpkin risotto, roasted root vegetables, and a Caesar salad, topped off with free beer and dessert shooters! Mike lifts heavy weights. Heavy weights. The portion sizes were snack size to him, but they were perfect for me.
The whole night was perfect. #WilmaMagazine #WomenToWatch2018.
Grammy's Banana Bread: Passed down from generation to generation of women in my family. Making it today in honor of the women that came before me. Helen Durnan, pictured here, born before women could vote. Her mom, Gertrude, born before women could own property. My mom, Betty, shown here on her mom's lap, was born the year Uncle Sam passed a law making it lawful to detain sexually active women indefinitely. (True: google it) And me. In the 60s women couldn't get credit (necessary to start a business, or buy your children bread if you're unemployable, i.e. pregnant,) or go to an Ivy League school. In 1960, Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter rejected Ginsburg for a clerkship position due to her gender. I couldn't be on a jury to represent accused women, go on birth control, or be expected to be compensated at the rate my male counterparts are compensated in any profession (still a thing.) Also, I'd have to carry a pregnancy brought on by rape, or threatened my life, or was stillborn.
Makes a mother worry about her daughters, but I console myself with the knowledge I've raised fierce young women. They'll prosper. But that's not really the point, is it. They deserve a world where prospering isn't despite gender oppression, so we fight, and bake. #multitasking
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