I posted about a half an hour ago about Molly Ivins passing. I guess I just can’t stop, so let me tell you about what Ivins meant to me. I wrote about this earlier this week when I learned she was ill.
In all honesty, she reminded me of my mother, who died in 1998.
She made me want to be better, and have a hard edge with a smile on my face, ignoring adversity. She asked the hard questions, and took a beating sometimes. She never pretended that she wasn’t human, and she made me want to write editorials for a newspaper. She created an environment where she trusted that newspapers had an objective voice, against the odds of ownership and political pressure, regardless of shrill critics.
She made me want to be a part of something bigger than myself through the words she wrote.
So tonight, a star shines brighter, because she’s up there. And there is lump in my throat because, although I never met her, her writing spoke volumes and taught small-town folks like me that you could do better. That being accessible, even through the odds, was of value.
And tonight, liberal girls who know how to spin a line or two, mourn. Because she paved the way.
Go gently into that good night, Ms. Ivins. And thank you.