Saturday was the 13th annual Terri Brodeur Breast Cancer Foundation marathon walk across southeastern Connecticut.
It was so very good.
It's a great Foundation, it's peopled by amazing volunteers and leaders, 100% of fundraising dollars go directly to breast cancer research, the grant recipients are *amazing* docs who are making a difference, today, now, as we speak.
It is so good. And it was such a great day. Those walkers? They walk and they walk and they walk and they arrive at the end and they have single-handedly raised money for breast cancer research and nothing is better than that.
It was brilliant and heartfelt and eloquent and I'm trying. But man, it's can be hard to have Hope right now. You know, because of being completely heartsick over the misogyny and bigotry and greed and disregard . . . Gah. All of that.
But I'm trying. I'm trying to Hope. And the TBBCF is nothing if not about Hope. And the foundation is making a difference. We are making a difference.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz