The rules of
everybody, sharpen those pencils. We're looking for
mini (under 500 words), women-centered travel stories
that are inspiring tales of determination and courage.
We want to read how you overcame either a personal barrier
or an external one in order to make your journey a successful
one. Your stories can be as serious or as comical as
you'd like as long as they illustrate that the outcome
was definitely worth the struggle.
(1) Contestants should
be registered members of the Journeywoman
(2) Only one entry per person.
(3) No attachments, please. All stories
should be put into the body of an email.
(4) Entries may be published in any
of Journeywoman's publications.
(5) Each entry should contain the name
of the writer, her city, and the word count (under 500
(6) Address entries to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Put 'Women Inspire Women' in the subject line.
(7) Contest closes March 15, 2008.
(8) First-place winner will receive
$US100 plus top billing in our newsletter and at our
(9) Four runners-up will each receive
prizes of $US25 plus billing in our newsletter and at
(10) Below see sample story, 'She Fights
for Chicken in China.'
Fights for Chicken in China...
A sample story by Evelyn Hannon
A small town
one month in 1990 I travelled in China researching Traditional
Chinese Medicine. I worked closely with the Chinese
government, all my hospital and university visits were
sanctioned by them. They provided me with a 20 year
old engineering student who was my guide for my complete
time there. Our schedule took us to major cities and
some very small towns where Caucasians were a rarity.
In one particular small country town my guide was invited
to dinner and I was left to fend for myself.
An empty table
problem, I thought. I'll eat in the hotel dining room.
I entered the restaurant. Clearly no one spoke English
and I was the only non-Asian in the place. I followed
the waiter into the huge dining room, all talking stopped,
heads turned and all eyes were on me. The waiter led
me through this enormous dining room and into another
equally large, completely vacant hall where he proceeded
to try to seat me at a large empty table for ten.
uh, I shook my head to denote 'no' and pointed into
the first room. His response? He nodded his head 'yes'
to show me that he thought this was the perfect place
for me. We did this head ballet for a few more times
and he finally relented, took me back into the first
dining room and sat me at an empty table for ten, again.
I raised my
I had to order without the dictionary that I had left
in my room. I pointed to rice as it went by and he got
the message. Then, because I didn't have the word for
chicken I thought I'd try my luck in English. 'Chicken',
I said. He stared back at me. 'Chicken,' I said a little
louder, 'chicken.' Still he stared and because I didn't
know what else to do, I raised my voice in frustration,
last loud 'chicken' did it. All around me Chinese diners
began experimenting, 'chicken, chicken, chicken.' Clearly
this was their first try at English and they were definitely
enjoying the language lesson. One man in a military
uniform stood up, smiled and toasted me with what he
was drinking. Everybody clapped. I stood up and began
walking around other tables, looking for something that
looked like chicken. My waiter followed. Then I spied
it, stir fried chicken. I pointed again. He understood.
Everybody clapped again. Clearly I was everybody's entertainment
that evening. I blushed as I ate my meal with what seemed
like hundreds of amused eyes on me but, honestly, I
wouldn't have missed the experience for the world.