Tonight was the Winnipeg launch of Between Interruptions: Thirty Women Tell the Truth About Motherhood, a collection of essays from Key Porter Books.
As I mentioned here, local contributor Chandra Mayor asked me and Sharon Caseburg to 'open for her.'
I arrived at the Millenium Library at 7:10 to a locked and dark room, which made my stomach clench, but no more than the fact that I hadn't yet rehearsed my material.
(I know, I know, but it's been that kind of week and that kind of month and that kind of season...)
Once the door was opened and M was installed next to Marj, I stalked the stacks, specifically the English as a Second Language audio books section.
I kept on having to switch aisles, chased away by a loud woman muttering "You understand that? Really?" (I think she was referencing Cyrillic text) while looking for a specific tape for her companion, who kept on giving me "Sorry about this..." looks.
So, after having read the poems in my best sotto voce and reassured myself that I had some fluency with the texts, I returned to the Carol Shields Auditorium.
This was my first facebooked event but a wet grey day trumps a push button confirmation every time.
It was also the first time that I didn't spam friends and family with an event notice....so I wasn't sure how many fond and/or unfamiliar faces I'd be looking out over tonight, my 5-7 minutes of material on the podium in front of me.
But it was a good audience. A wonderful audience. And I told bad bad jokes. And smiled when the 17-month-old in the audience cooed in response to something in the room, maybe even me and my poems....
And Sharon read her pregnancy and mothering poems, which elicited those small moans of pleasure you hope for as a poet. And Chandra read an excerpt of her essay about the time her daughter got a potty training seat stuck on her head. People cocked their heads and laughed.
A good evening.