She was at the bookstore for my very first reading, a short story in Best Lesbian Love Stories. (If you google "queer writers" it’ll come up; my children are especially proud of this). She wasn't there to hear me, but she stuck around, listened, and came up to say hi.
I’ve run into her at a few other events, and then last year she was at a group reading I did. Bought the anthology and had me sign it. I’m always thrilled to see her — makes me feel legit. Anyway, at this last reading she comes up and has me sign the book, introduces me to her fifteen-year-old who wants to be a writer, and we chat.