Listen to Your Mother
I went out car shopping today and it was a slog the whole way. I’m looking for another small 5-door hatchback because Goldie runs my life. She needs a place away from me to ride so she doesn’t kill us both with her leaping about, but also a car that is low enough to the ground that she can drag her 15-year-old bones up into. I’m NOT lifting a 65-pound dog more times than I absolutely have to.
I went to five dealerships and nobody had the model I wanted to see and the salesmen were getting more and more pushy and annoying and I was getting crankier and more tired.
I finally gave up and went to see Mom. We were talking when I got a sudden sharp pain and squirmed in my chair.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, worried my accident-related wounds were bothering me.
“Girl cramps,” I said.
“Oh, honey,” she replied. “This is not the day to go shopping for a car.”
Right she is. Moms are smart like that.
I could not be happier about this project or more proud of the women involved in it. I met Ann Imig of Ann’s Rants last year at Creative Alliance 10 and heard her wish in the famous yurt for a national audience for Listen to Your Mother. I also got to laugh and weep and smile through a Listen to Your Mother reading. It’s like the BlogHer Community Keynote with a focus. So good, so powerful, such heart-fillingly good writing.
There will be a LTYM at BlogHer this year. Don’t miss out.