"Does it say Write Me a Check?"
Well, that would work, but since so many writers I know
That's why I harbor no resentment toward my husband, who long ago as a reporter for several daily newspapers racked up press association writing awards out the wazoo. But I
I have won a couple of things, but not for the word thing. Two tickets to Cats in 1986 in Atlanta, which, because I
The fact is, in my writing life, I have been stuck in that grey middle area of
My father always told me when people said: you are so great, that I should counter with, ok, so why don't you cross my palm with green? I think that was after I had gotten glowing reviews for my first few months as a daily newspaper feature writer, and then was promptly given a $9 a week raise. Oh, I know it was 1980, but still. My future husband at
(I eyed him, scowling across the breakfast table from me this morning, his head bent over the
And that's fine. Really. It was enough to be nominated for that story waayy back in jr. high. And I treasure all those letters people wrote to me, only one of which was
So of course, just as I had finally rested on the laurels of my clip file, well, whattayknow? Seems the ol' reward fairy has finally done and caught up with me. Somebody out there in the blogland has given me an award.
Let me be serious for just a few: It comes from Alana, whose eloquent writings about grief and hope after losing her baby boy in utero, are remarkable. I stumbled on Alana's blog in December, when I participated in Reverb10. Read her post about a moment in her year when everything shifted, and you cannot break away. Each of her posts shows her beauty as a mother, a wife, a woman, who questions the turns of her life, all the while celebrating the fact her life has turns, and that she has the voice to say something about it, for herself, but also for thousands of other mothers like her. It's a silent epidemic, and Alana is giving it a strong and steady voice.
Oh, and by the way, we have never even met. In person at least. But it seems that Alana thinks I am a pretty Stylish Blogger. Well, how about that?
She admits in her own blog about getting the same award, that it feels a little bit like those chain emails that say: tell us a gazillion things about yourself we don't
I almost always hit DELETE on those crazy things. I HATE chain letters, perhaps because way back in jr. high school,
And yet. It feels pretty good to think that somebody out there in blogland thinks I'm stylish. And I don't have to
Ok. You twisted my arm.
1) I can't fold a fitted sheet.
3) I always in The Color Purple, when Celie and Nettie play the pattycake game in the field at the end. Something about sisters just gets to me.
4) I had a crush on Mickey Dolenz when I was 10.
5) I hate to admit that my editors have (almost) always made me look better in print.
6) Once, in the middle of my Calculus exam in college, I left the room and begged the TA to let me pass the course. I did. Cross my heart no personal favors led to my grade.
7) I was voted Most Valuable Cheerleader, not because of my gymnastics acumen, but because I could shout the loudest from the bleachers. Anybody who knows me today would never believe that.
The final thing I am supposed to do,
1) Southern in the City
2) Mrs. Mediocrity
3) The Barefoot Heart
4) Shutter Sisters
Maybe some of them already have awards of many kinds. But I just want them to know that I read them often and their creative efforts inspire my own.
Now, will somebody, somewhere, on this wide wonderful reading planet, listen for a second? My palm is wide open and waiting.