This past Saturday, I was lucky enough to have been invited to be a panelist at the Virginia Festival of the Book. I got to hang out with Marcia Talley, Nancy Martin, Emyl Jenkins, Meredith Cole, and Krista Davis.
Prior to the start of my panel, I walked around the room with a little basket filled with Cozy Chicks bookmarks and chocolate kisses. I’ve never done this before but thought it wouldbe a nice way of breaking the ice and introducing some new readers to the Chicks.
I was almost at the back of the room and it was almost time for the panel to begin when I handed out one of my last bookmarks to an attractive woman with short auburn hair. Here comes the amazing part:
“What does the ‘B’ stand for in JB?” she asked me.
“Briggs,” I answered. “It’s my maiden name.”
“Oh? Are you related to any of the New York Briggs?”
I hesitated. “Maybe. I’m originally from New York.”
She looked me over more carefully now. “How about Mead Briggs?”
Now, Mead is not a common name. I put my basket down on an empty seat and stared at her. “He’s my father.”
“And your mother is Pam?”
I nodded dumbly.
She smiled radiantly. “I was your mother’s maid of honor!” she exclaimed. “We were best friends!”
Holy smokes! Turns out, this woman and my mom not only grew up together, went to school together, and lived in NYC together, but they both deeply regretted falling out of touch. My mom had just mentioned her beloved friend during a recent visit and it was with great joy that I was able to phone her after the panel with her long-lost friend’s number and email address. She was ecstatic.
Coincidence? I think not. This woman and my mom grew up in Toledo, went to college in Chicago, and moved to Greenwich Village. I meet her within days of my mother expressing how much she missed her friend at a book fest in Charlottesville, Virginia. What are the odds?
Gives you goose bumps, no?
Has anyone from your past resurfaced lately?