Upon her approach, I recognize the uniform of my tribe: jeans, T-shirt, flannel shirt, bandanna.
She has curly brown hair that sits on top of her head like a sculpture. The glint from her silver lip piercing makes her look like she is grinning, always grinning.
She holds out a copy of my book, eyes aimed at the ground.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you to sign this,” she says.
“Sure,” I reply.
I look at the conference badge around her neck to find her name.
“I read the dedication of your book to my girlfriend last night. She thought it was so cool!”
Her face lights up.
I smile real big.
“Oh, yeah?” I say. “I hope you enjoy the book.”
And then she’s gone.
But in her wake, I’m reminded of the importance of words.
Even the ones we choose for our book dedications.
Here are the ones I used in my book, Leaving Normal:
To my wife, who thinks me a Sexy Beast.
I’d marry you a third time.
I wonder which words caught her eye.
Or maybe all of them.
Telling a short but sweet story of butch love and possibility.