Well, that was a helluva day.
This past Saturday started with the Women’s March all over the world. Penguins with People Problems got to march in Washington, DC, courtesy of this lovely little citizen, daughter of a friend. Look how cute she is!
And also here in Nashville, with me:
And even in Antarctica.
I made a wee small sign for carrying with tiny hands:
That sign, by the way, is why I marched. I know everyone had their own reasons — but for me, it was about showing that hey, whatever happens from here on out, it won’t go unnoticed. The world is watching. Children are watching. Women and men are watching. My tiny hands are watching. And history is watching.
After the march it was time for a quick change from running shoes to pointy heels, because Saturday was also the date of the regional Emmy awards. (You know how on the Emmy show, there’s a moment where they announce something like, “By the way, we had another big party to give all the tech nerds their awards, but we didn’t show it on TV, because this show is already 11 hours long.” This was like that, but for all the regional shows.) And guess what? A Word on Words — our little literary interview program on Nashville Public Television — won an Emmy! (If you think I’m not going to be putting “Emmy-winning” in front of my name in every context including coffee orders and dry cleaning receipts from here on out, you are nuts.)
I’d like to thank the academy. (<– is something I have always wanted to say) No seriously: Many thanks to the National Academy of Television Arts & Sciences for recognizing the brilliant team that makes this show; to Linda Wei, Beth Curley, Matt Emigh, Will Pedigo, co-host JT Ellison, and the whole crew for letting me hang with you; to our inspiration, the late and truly great John Seigenthaler; and especially to all our amazing guests, without whom the show would just be JT and me talking to an empty chair, which would definitely be entertaining but would probably not win awards. Big high-fives to all the Southern bookstores, libraries, festivals, and nonprofits for being part of this literary world — especially Parnassus Books and Humanities Tennessee.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep after the post-awards celebration was looking at the clock at 1:23 a.m. and thinking, “1, 2, 3, make a wish . . .” So here goes: I wish for a thriving free press, a healthy public broadcasting system, and a well-funded arts community. (Just kidding, I didn’t make such nerdy wishes. But those are some of the reasons I marched, now that I think about it.)
Anyway, to sum up the day, I made the little statue a hat. You are also nuts if you think I’m not making this thing loads of tiny seasonal outfits.