Tales From the Ironing Board
Hillary Clinton, the Inauguration, the Women's March and Me
Nonfiction, Social & Cultural Studies, Political Science, Biography & Memoir, History
| Author: | Jackie Smith, Tracy Teague | ISBN: | 9780999794913 |
| Publisher: | SHATTERED GLASS PRESS | Publication: | January 26, 2018 |
| Imprint: | SHATTERED GLASS PRESS | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jackie Smith, Tracy Teague |
| ISBN: | 9780999794913 |
| Publisher: | SHATTERED GLASS PRESS |
| Publication: | January 26, 2018 |
| Imprint: | SHATTERED GLASS PRESS |
| Language: | English |
Every woman has her own tales to tell from her own ironing board.
“I felt I was somewhere I knew I shouldn’t be. To my left were bleachers, not even half full of people. To the right of the gate through the fence was a band. A full marching band, all lined up in their uniforms ready to march. As I was rolled closer to the gate, a young, 20-something African American man stood behind his big bass drum, alongside a trombonist and a trumpeter. He smiled and winked at me as we rolled past him through the gate. I smiled and winked back. Only then did I realize that this was the Inaugural Parade. Inaugural Parade? I definitely wasn’t supposed to be here! This was the last place on the planet I wanted to be on this day. I, of all people, had become a giant burrito in the 2017 Inaugural Parade.
“How did this ever happen?”
Jackie Smith never expected that volunteering for Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential campaign would pull her into a world of felt and glue guns, flash mobs and photo ops, protests and marches, and lead to her crashing the 2017 Inaugural Parade.
Every woman has her own tales to tell from her own ironing board.
“I felt I was somewhere I knew I shouldn’t be. To my left were bleachers, not even half full of people. To the right of the gate through the fence was a band. A full marching band, all lined up in their uniforms ready to march. As I was rolled closer to the gate, a young, 20-something African American man stood behind his big bass drum, alongside a trombonist and a trumpeter. He smiled and winked at me as we rolled past him through the gate. I smiled and winked back. Only then did I realize that this was the Inaugural Parade. Inaugural Parade? I definitely wasn’t supposed to be here! This was the last place on the planet I wanted to be on this day. I, of all people, had become a giant burrito in the 2017 Inaugural Parade.
“How did this ever happen?”
Jackie Smith never expected that volunteering for Hillary Clinton’s 2008 presidential campaign would pull her into a world of felt and glue guns, flash mobs and photo ops, protests and marches, and lead to her crashing the 2017 Inaugural Parade.
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