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Originally from a farm in southern Ohio, I learned early that finding the humorous side of any occasion made life a whole lot more interesting. We worked hard, played a lot and enjoyed the company of our friends and family that all resided on Cherry Fork Road.

I now reside in the North Georgia Mountains and still find humor in the most unexpected places. As a wise person once said: you can choose to laugh or not to laugh. Which will you choose?

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Now that the euphoria of the Erma Bombeck Writer's Workshop has begun to fade I find myself wondering if it had somehow been a dream. Over 300 of the funniest women around sprinkled with just a handful of men brave enough to withstand such an estrogen filled space.   At my first workshop in 2012, I made a lot of friends but was still somewhat shy when I found myself in the company of a famous person. Most of the pictures that I took that year were from the back-- from the back of the ballroom, the back of the classroom and even from the back of the Bombeck family. Yes, I was so in awe of this family that I followed them around and took pictures of the backs of their heads because I sat behind them whenever I could.  Fast forward two years and my how things had changed. No more sitting in the back and stalking the Bombecks from behind. In fact, I never really got close to the family this year. (I don't know if they had called security on me or not.) I did ex...
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