A quick update, if I can ever do something quickly on this blog … First, my remarkably resilient son is upbeat, full of cheer, with a minor head injury, abrasions to the face, pain in the chest, and the issues with his wrist. But he’s cheerful, and his workplace will welcome him back when he can get there, which he says will be soon.
Second, So True: we were expecting a small house, after over three years of pandemic hiatus. But it was packed, almost standing room only, almost eighty people. The readers triumphed. Tears sprang to my eyes over and over again as I listened. How we need stories! I read a story of my own about being briefly in the Brownies and invited the audience to join me in the Brownie chants like “To whit to whoo.” Many enthusiastic joiners.
Here are some responses to the event. Thanks to all the people who came out in the snow to hear writers tell the most important tales of their lives.
Truly a brilliant afternoon. Thank you for all the guidance and encouragement you must give them.
My friends and family so enjoyed the event, especially the young people who appreciate that this is culture at its best. They were delighted with the variety and intrigue of the presentations. Thank you dear writer, mentor, editor, teacher, friend. So many hours of work and a brilliant story of your own .
Beth, nothing is more true than what you said about how we need to be in one another’s presence, “in real life” (as the kids say) to share the beautiful experience of listening and being heard. Thank you for carrying on this wonderful tradition, and bringing beautiful stories into the spotlight.