This weekend I stood on a stage and read my writing out loud to mostly strangers. They didn’t laugh, except in the parts they were supposed to. They didn’t throw rotten tomatoes, so that was good. My husband and I had some time together without the kid. That was really good.
We met while both going to school in Fayetteville. The college town feels comfortable to both of us. Even though it’s almost unrecognizable based on infrastructure on campus, the misspent evenings of our youth on Dickson Street seem the same. It doesn’t really matter what sign is on the door.
As it turns out, there is not a house cleaning fairy who does our laundry when we are away, so we’re back to the reality of cleaning, washing, folding and comparing calendars for work schedules and karate lessons. We’re back to being us. And that’s not a bad thing to be.
Thank you to everyone who came out to the Listen to Your Mother Show in Northwest Arkansas. It was empowering to read my writing out loud and get the crowd to come along on my funny, wacky little journey. I deeply appreciate how much hard work went into this by Lela Davidson and Stephanie McCratic. They are magnificent women. If they ever ask you to participate in one of their shenanigans, say yes!