Rejoice When Fireflies Outshine the Glare of Showboats -- by Reb MacRath
Get this: over the course of a couple of days two handfuls of distinctive words soared above my news feed like wildings of fireflies.
The first one took me by surprise. It had nothing to do with writing. And it was almost buried in comments on an ad for a pricey cardio test. But, at a glance, the author's personality stood out...she took a stance against the medical establishment...and ended with a war cry:
I don't need this.
I eat fruit and vegetables.
So stuff your test.
I came across these words in the lobby of a Tucson cardio medical mill, where scores of us were processed, billed in advance, and then herded to assorted rooms for exam--then scheduled for further batteries of tests when some of us at least were feeling reasonably well. While I thought about this, I reflected on how these 13 words had led me to seek out the author's FB page, where I filed a Friend request quickly.
The next day I chanced on a quote from a poet mourning 'a San Francisco that sadly is no more and yet tragically still exists.' * No big-name blurb or Kirkus rave could have moved me more quickly to check out this book. The phrase was that distinctive.
Once again, 13 was the lucky number.