Images from Wild Women, Wild Voices Publication Party

You know what they say about a picture being worth a thousand words. My talented son, Chris Boyd, took such great photos at the Wild Women, Wild Voices pub party on April 11 at Liberty Station, I thought I’d let the photos tell the story. Otherwise I could go on and on for many more than a thousand words. And like I’m a novelist, Chris is a photographer; that is, there are many, many more terrific photos of the fabulous evening and I’d love to upload them all. This is just a taste.

Thank you, thank you friends and family for making the evening so special.

Pretty thrilling to see this sign. Looks so "official."

Pretty thrilling to see this sign.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome table, beautiful flowers, some of the crowd.

Welcome table, some of the crowd. Love the flower arrangement. Thanks Jan Macauly.

Here's Kristen Fogle singing some jazz standards. Too bad you only see her back, she's lovely.

Here’s Kristen Fogle singing some jazz standards. Too bad you only see her back, she’s lovely and so is her singing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, food.

Yes, food.

signing a book for Giri

Signing a book for Giri Ramanathan. That’s David Nack at the drinks table. Too bad you can’t see Roger Aplon a little further down the drinks table. He came from New York for the gala.

My daughter Amy surprised me. She said she couldn't come. Ha! That's daughter-in-law Stephanie smiling on.

Big surprise! My daughter Amy came afterall. She said she couldn’t get off work (she lives in Oakland). Daughter-in-law Stephanie smiles at the goings on.

Steve Montgomery lights the candle before introducing me.

Steve Montgomery lights the candle before his touching and funny and beautiful introduction.

 

Pretty danged happy

Pretty danged happy

Jill Hall, one of the Wild Women in the book, reads her poem, "Tiny Dancer."

Jill Hall, one of the Wild Women in the book, reads her poem, “Tiny Dancer.”

We wrote to a prompt from the book (here's Jeff & Jen)

We wrote to a prompt from the book (here’s Jeff & Jen) Thanks everyone for writing and some of you for reading.

Indy Quillen writes, too.

Indy Quillen writes, too.

 

 

We had a raffle. Grandkids Alex and Andrew draw the tickets.

I almost forgot about the raffle. Thanks to my grandkids, Alex and Andrew, for stepping up to draw the tickets.

Frank wins an San Diego Writers, Ink membership

Frank DiPalermo wins an San Diego Writers, Ink membership

 

 

 

 

 

A sparkler to end the sparkling night

More food, more drinks, more hugs, a few more book signings, and a sparkler to end the sparkling night

 

12 thoughts on “Images from Wild Women, Wild Voices Publication Party

  1. Judy, Congratulations on yet another book launching! I read your blog and get your newsletter, so I’ve been following your writing trajectory. You’re such an inspiration to me. Carry on! Big hug from Colleen (still in Boise).

    • Thanks for your note, Colleen (still in Boise). Wish you could have been with us for the launch party. Such fun and so many old friends to celebrate with. Big hugs right back! Judy

  2. Judy,
    What a suportive and beautiful family you have. It looks like the party was a huge success….Thanks for sharing this and a big thank you to your son.

    • Thanks for visiting the party this way, Arlene. A most exciting and heart-filling evening. I will share your thank you with Chris (my son).

    • Your turn next, Jill! Thank you so much for being so supportive and helpful and generous all the way through this book–idea to book party.

  3. And what a fun evening for all of us attending – your words were inspiring- as always! Your son is indeed a talented photographer – great shots – thanks for sharing them with us.

    • So glad you could be at the party, Indy and great to meet the mysterious Q, too. I have more photos. I’ll be sprinkling them for weeks to come, I’m sure.

  4. Looks wonderful! And of course I live waaaaayyyyy over here. What a send off for you; way to go. Great that your daughter popped in too, of course she did!!!

    • Wish you could have been here, Linda. Fun night. My cheeks were tired the next day from all that smiling.

      • I’m reading the book received this day — the way I always do all over the place and then start at the beginning. You honour my wild cackle which long ago took over when I abandoned my almost-ladylike laugh. I ain’t never been no lady to begin with and this book is anodyne/fuel for a nature that refuses refinement.

        Imagine mornings with Notebook at my desk beside the window where the locust tree stands in early furze and the robins levitate the morning.

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