About two months ago I got an email out of the blue on a Tuesday afternoon asking if I would consider speaking at a grassroots fundraising event to raise money for pediatric cancer. It was a long email, with quite a bit of information about the cause, and the need, and the inspiration, and the hope, and the plan, the kind of detail that the writer might have wished would make the invitation sound less far-fetched, two months out and in from the blue, and I made myself wait 15 minutes before I responded, “Of course I’ll come.”
The world seems to be so damn preoccupied with what we think is right and what we think is good. The difference between what we do and what we think is like the difference between a cookie and a crumb.
So of course I’ll come. For everyone who asks and everyone who doesn’t. For everyone who comes to me with bad news, fresh tears and crazy fear. For all those who are sick and the rest of us who will be. For everyone crying, and dying, and living through it. Of course I’ll come. Of course I’ll come. Of course I’ll come.
There will be cookies (and not just my crumbs.)
Mamas Night Out Benefiting Cookies for Kids’ Cancer
Thursday, May 26 6-10 pm
Santa Cruz, Calif.