Excitement, bewilderment, accomplishment, insecurity, self-assurance, hunger. It was sometime around 8 a.m. on the humid Socal morning of October 26th, and all of those sensations rushed through my body at once. Three of my fellow WriteGirl Alumni and I were waiting in the wings of the main stage at Maria Shriver’s 7th Annual Women’s Conference and, although all of us had been awake since 4 am, we were alive and riled up, set to command the attention of an arena full of powerful women.
My throat tightened. My brain became an amalgamation of sounds: the music of the Gospel Choir that opened the show; a muffled alarm clock; and my home voicemail system-“Hello, no one is available to take your call”. I was dizzy and, for a moment, time froze.
We were about to take the stage that would later host the likes of Oprah Winfrey and Diane Sawyer. We rounded the corner of the velvet curtain and sauntered proudly to the front of audience of 50,000. I was first to speak and, in spite of a serious case of dry mouth, I divulged my opening line, “GIRL POWER!”
We owned the crowd.
Our speeches were solid, flawless, melodic, and perfectly timed. With well-rehearsed synchronicity, we ended on point with a simultaneous, “Never underestimate the power of a girl and her pen!”
We had surely proved our understanding of what it meant to be an empowered woman. Hugging, squealing, glowing smiles; we were proud of ourselves, and each other.
After our performance we were escorted to “The Village”, a massive carnival of chocolate samples, sales promotions, free manicures, lectures on self-esteem and stress management, books (including WriteGirl’s anthologies!), food, music, and celebrity branding.
My comrade Charice and I were interviewed in the media tent, where I crossed paths with Lisa Leslie, Diane Sawyer, Jeannie Mai, and Jane Goodall. We ate and explored, heard speeches from First Ladies Michelle Obama and Maria Shriver, and snagged bags filled with coveted freebies.
More important than the material gains, however, was the priceless sense of achievement and enrichment. When I first started WriteGirl as a doe-eyed High School-er, I never imagined that in turn, I’d be given the opportunity to be part of such an awe-inspiring event.
As much fun as I had, I can’t underestimate the significant impact speaking at the Women’s Conference has had on my confidence not only as a writer, but also as woman. Apparently waking up at 4 a.m. does have its perks.









