To reassure visitors that they’re not traveling into a wilderness, Hope Unitarian Church in Tulsa, Oklahoma posts periodic signs like the old Burma-Shave messages along the winding road up a heavily wooded hill:
IF YOU THINK YOU’RE LOST
PLEASE DON’T STOP
BECAUSE HOPE CHURCH
IS AT THE TOP!
I had been invited to give a talk that morning, so I persevered and reached the church, a lovely low building designed to blend into its rustic surroundings.
My talk was well received and I sold a satisfying number of books. Many of the comments were familiar: people (always women, what’s up with that?) were inspired to delve into their mother’s letters, or their aunt’s; some commented on how much easier it is today for a woman to have a career than it was in my mother’s day; and someone wondered what my next book will be. Spoiler alert: it will be a novel, set in the present.
After my 10:00 a.m. talk, I stayed for the service. The sermon was about the rights of children. Imagine, the minister urged, what the world looks like from the viewpoint of a small child. I thought about unreachable door handles and the undersides of tables.
Finally, coffee and cookies. Nice people and a pleasant morning.