Last night I got to show off for my daughter and granddaughters before a hometown crowd. Jennifer, Lily, and Anna watched as fifty-some people sat or stood in San Jose’s Pruneyard Barnes & Noble, listening to me describe how my book came to be. Victoria, the minister from my Unitarian church was there, along with a dozen members. Some are part of the women’s spirituality group I joined. Some arranged for a ride because they can’t drive at night anymore. One brought his camera and emailed me photos early this morning.
Dorothy, a fellow volunteer at Hospice of the Valley, came and brought her daughter and a friend. Katie, who sweats with me at the YMCA three times a week, brought her friend, John. Nick and Ingrid, new friends of Jennifer’s, came to hear her mom read and to buy her book, as did her old friends Carol, Karen, Linda, and Alex, all of whom have included me in their family barbecues and holiday get-togethers.
“It’s your big night, Grammy,” Anna had said an hour earlier, over the pot roast dinner my granddaughters and I had made together (my cooking school reopened, as of last night). She must have shared the thought; how lovely of her second grade teacher, Jim, to respond by being there in the audience, for her.
So many thoughtful people, so much kindness and support—all generated by a book about love and appreciation. March 2009 has to be one of the most meaningful months of my life. How can I not become a better person as a result of this book?