I was going to tell you that my DEADLINE WAS MET (800 page report - whew!) and that I read about plucky women. I even have books to promote!
Although "plucky" seems a bit light for Julie's book.
Instead, I'm thinking about the heroines in my family. A few days after that deadline, my cousins (my mom's neices) joined me for a whole week in NYC, and they epitomize plucky. They're smart, and curious, and intrepid. I'll always be grateful for that time with them.
We then headed out to Utah to remember my grandma, who defined the word "plucky." Or maybe "resilient." "Feisty," certainly, and "determined." (Anyone who thinks that Mormon women are submissive never met my grandmother...) And she loved to read, and sew, and paint. She loved the scriptures, and loved teaching from them. She passed away at 97, the day before her granddaughters left for our week together. She died peacefully in her own bed, surrounded by friends, family, and nurses.Such a miracle.
She's now with my grandfather, with her youngest son, with my aunt, and the myriad family members that she loved. I know that she's happy, even if she does now know that I'm a registered Democrat. Hopefully, I'll be plucky enough to explain that to her when we're at last reunited!