Gave my last Bridge Ladies reading today in Kansas City. Now, I’m stuck in Chicago with a five hour delay and my little red shoes have lost their glitter, the road paved with fool’s gold. I try to be funny, warm, relatable. I try to fly my freak flag but only so high. I try to connect. It’s a funny business being a whore-clown. Usually my mom comes to my readings and we’re a good duo. People love to meet her. And she’s funny, too. Lands her lines like a tennis pro returning a soft lob. In the car, we bicker. It’s the same conversation that never says what it hopes to say. Today, I was a one man band blathering on as I do about mothers and daughters and silver polish. I want to thank everyone who came out and asked a question or bought a book or recommended it to a friend. Or who couldn’t wait to get home and fire up a Lean Cuisine.
Thank you so much.
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Thank you for writing the book, Betsy. It was worth reading.
whore-clowns and connection are mutually exclusively. I felt like you connected, fwiw.
Thanks for traveling around and being real in real life and in your real-life book. xo
Thanks Betsy, for showing there is more to life than Go Fish and Rummy.
Good book about good people — I enjoyed it! And your mother must be happy as can be knowing how much you love her. Thanks Betsy!
Dear Betsy “. . .I Know I’ll Often Stop And Think About Them/In My Life. . . ” Lyric Choice Close To The Heart with The Loss Of Two Of My Friends & Former Mentors; Lucie Brock-Broido & Brigit Pegeen Kelly. Just Sent To The Publisher Final Draft Of My Bennington Classmate, Claire Clube, Poetry. APRIL 30th: Walpurgis Night/MAY 1st: MAY DAY. Hoping Claire’s Book Is Out Before The Solstice: “CHANGELINGS & OMEN BIRDS.” So, Betsy, “Put On Your Red Shoes & Dance The Blues,” Or Rent The Film, “The Red Shoes,” ’47. Now On CRITERION DVD. Sean Andrew.
I would have driven down from Milwaukee to keep you company in the airport!
The Bridge Ladies is in paperback! I love the new cover, and I know of three more ladies I can give this to in paperback, to give them a great Spring read, maybe get them to make it a book club pick.
Dorothy,
Were you in Kansas City, Kansas, or Kansas City, Missouri? Can you tell them apart?
I played that song over and over when my young brother was killed in Vietnam. It’s interesting how biographical a list of our favorite songs can be. Should be the first question a therapist asks. Another would be “O Danny Boy” which brings my oldest child to mind, for she will be the one to find “where I lie sleeping” and I’ll want to say to her, “Just because I am dead doesn’t mean I don’t still love you.”
You’ve created a lovely piece of history. That’s a big deal.