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Mary Took Me There

 Mary in Charlotte was a revelation!


So much girl power.  So much singing.  So much estrogen in one big, big room.  

And grown women energy too.  I felt it.  And yes, there's a difference.  I didn't realize how much I needed to be surrounded by women my own age until I was right in the middle of them.  There's something about women who understand each other.  It only takes a look, a few words.  We know.  


Even the symbolism of the crown behind Mary was not lost on me.  The empowerment.  The realization of what we had come through.  I was turning 50 in a week.  What Mary said to me when I was 20 didn't hit as hard.  But lord jesus, I felt it now.  

Days after the show, I felt like I was still processing it all.  Mary's voice, her stories, the glossy Broadway feel of it all, the beautiful women in their boots and sequins all around us, the memories, the tears.  

After the show was over, the city streets were flooded with Mary fans.  Running for drinks, waiting for rides, looking for friends.  It was February but the night air was warm and there was a feeling in the air.....a vibe.  It reminded me of when we all sat out on the courtyards back when we were in school coming home from the dances and dates.  It was innocent and free.  No one was scared.  Everyone seemed to know each other.  Nobody was worried about this shitty new President.  We were all together and for this one moment, this one night, we were happy.  

I want to thank Mary for that.  And thank all the women that were there for that.  And thank this universe, this destiny, this truth that got me to 50.  I got here.  I really got here. 

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