Today's post generated instant advice and big demand for the Matron's New York Times byline.
Here it is, folks.
In short, it's all about who you know. I am so sorry that the world works this way.
The Matron has another dear friend who has deep faith in the Matronly writing skills. This friend pens all those wedding announcements -- you know, the Sunday edition of Who is Who and Better than You.
Maybe they met the Other Mother? Please read this, too, because the Matron? She needs your help.
So there was this hockey wedding in Minnesota and the friend? She did not want to attend. Jaded, done with weddings, busy.
So she tapped the Matron, who was contacted by the Times and required to send many writing samples and blood from her left big toe.
The Matron attended this wedding where an elderly man held her hand and wept because the Times had representation. When there was a line in the ladies' restroom? The red sea parted.
"She's from the Society Pages from the New York Times! Let her go first!"
And, she did.
The bride and the Matron were rivals for center of attention. People pointed and gawked.
She (the Matron) loved it.
And on Sunday morning when she woke up and saw that byline and knew that the very first thing Barbra Streisand does every Sunday is read the Vows column, she nearly fainted.
Better yet? The bride called her and cried. She loved it.