I got the email on a Monday. It was an invitation to be a guest on a nationally syndicated morning radio show to talk about my piece on The Huffington Post. Ack!
I can do a live Q&A on train derailments, workplace shootings, multi-vehicle pile-ups and other breaking death and destruction. But talk live about my frustrations with white folks?
I grilled the producer on the KD Bowe Morning Show’s format. Is the whole thing live? Will I have to take calls from listeners? What kind of questions will be asked? Thankfully, the producer was patient and assured me that the host would take good care of me.
As a reporter, I did my due diligence and looked into this morning show. It was on a gospel network. (Note to self: Thou shall not cuss nor take the Lord’s name in vain.) It’s aired in 23 cities. (Egad, I really better not mess this up.) And I found the link for my parents to listen to it live.
Hubby told me not to be nervous, that I’d be fine and the key was that they wanted me, so just be myself.
It was the morning of my radio debut. The babysitter arrived early. (She had to come over because nothing says professional woman like a screaming kid in the background.) Also I threatened to tar, feather, draw and quarter Logan if he tried to talk to me while I was on the phone. The sitter fed the kids breakfast and kept them entertained while I holed up in my bedroom.
I called the number, they told me to hold on and I thought I’d get to talk with a producer, the host, or someone before going on the air, but then I heard KD Bowe introducing me. Oh, so we’re doing this like, now?
I cleared my throat, took another swig of water and we began my segment. During the piece, I got encouraging tweets from my Twitter Sister @coffeeluvinmum (follow her, she’s awesome.) and my mom sent me a positive text.
I was ecstatic when I finished because I thought it was a lot of fun and I was thankful I didn’t have to tar, feather, draw and quarter my 4 year old.
*Image by Salvatore Vuono.