Tickets are on sale for Listen To Your Mother Austin!
There are two shows on April 25, one at 3pm, and one at 7pm. Of course, I will be at both, telling you about how awesome my mother is.
This past weekend, we drove up to Oklahoma City. On the way, we did a lot of talking, and Mom mentioned something that had happened when I was in elementary school, and I was amazed at how she had managed to normalize what was a tense situation. See, when I was in early elementary school, my bus driver took me for an extra long ride. He skipped my stop, dropped off all the other kids, and kind of drove off with me.
My recollection was of being out joyriding in the school bus. My mother’s recollection was of having herds of people out looking for me, preparing to call the police, but finding the bus driver’s father first. The bus driver’s father found the bus, me inside, and got me back to my mother. My father paid a visit to the bus driver’s house.
I never knew it was more than me just getting to go a few extra miles down the road. Way to go Lane’s Parents! This meant I was never afraid to get on the school bus (with a different driver.) I just had extra instruction about what to do if my bus driver ever missed my stop again.
How about this shot of my mother, my grandmother and me, visiting one of the old plantations in Eufala, Alabama? Wasn’t I dainty? I remember how much I loved those shoes.
I have been extremely fortunate to be surrounded by strong women, who valued education, and made sure I had a good one–bus drivers be damned. There are millions of girls who are not so fortunate, and some of them end up involved in prostitution, trafficking, and addiction. The good news is that there are groups like Magdalene and Thistle Farms. I encourage you to check them out and support them by buying their awesome products, or adding them to your list of charities.