Remember the one about the writer who went to a writing conference and attempted stand-up comedy for the first and most likely only time? That would be me at the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop, in the humor writing capital of the world, Dayton, Ohio. I was hand-selected (out of a hat, randomly) and only continued onto the stage under the careful handholding and kick-in-the-ass by comedienne Wendy Liebman, who is apparently
Bathroom stall to center stage: a writer finds her groove
Four kids, three houses, eight cars, and three colleges ago, I was a waitress at Denny’s. Many a Grand Slam breakfasts and chicken fried steak paid for community college. Whenever a posse of older women came, the wait staff would immediately hide in the kitchen, no one wanting that table. Chimes of “not me, not me, not me” rang out like seagulls finding fries at the beach, and with good