I realize it’s a bold move to name my blog, Twitter handle, and podcast (forthcoming–I hope. One day.) after my benign brain tumor. But chronic illness is where I’ve found my most important survival skill: laughter. And creating laughter has become one of my greatest passions.
Which, honestly, I never saw coming. I recently ran into someone I hadn’t seen since high school and when I told her that I write and perform comedy, she thought she misheard me. “Comedy?!” she asked. I get it. It surprised me, too. But so did Billie Topanga.
That’s why in this blog I want to explore the parts of life that make us laugh, when sometimes, maybe it seems like they shouldn’t.
Kurt Vonnegut said, “Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
I’m sure Vonnegut would agree that writing is also a response to frustration and exhaustion, and–as any writer knows–it’s often an exercise that involves both crying and laughing. (Much like when I attempt yoga.) So I invite you to laugh and cry with me about this hot mess that is life. Because, really, what the else is there to do?