After waiting for two weeks and a day, I finally learned via the Women's National Book Association web site, that my essay did not win the contest. Congratulations to the winners! I look forward to reading their work.
I am bummed that my bio is still lacking a publishing credit, but thrilled to now be free to submit it to the next place I have in mind.
The thing about celebrating the rejections is that it means I am writing! I can't control what gets published, but I can control what gets submitted, and the only way to submit is to write.
As a wise friend once told me, Writers write. He's absolutely right.
293 rejections to go.
Onward I write and submit!