In a world full of Marys,
Be a Rhoda.
And a Gilda.
And a Bea.
Your best friends and late-night belly laughs over any bucket of tears.
Guffawing in that voice of hers, “It’s always something.”
And isn’t it?
As your job ends, your pipe bursts and your parents don’t quite understand.
As you move back to a place you never envisioned, make punch-lines out of loneliness, choose chocolate cake in your confusion.
Here you are.
Living in the laughter.
Loving in the laughter.
Making light in the laughter.
Not because you’ll “make it after all.”
But because, lady, you’re already there.
For in your wit is your wherewithal.
And through the comedy of your life, other women, too, will laugh…and live.