I'd take a trip. To Dayton, OH. Yeah, I said Dayton.
Why, do you say?
I'd love to attend the Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop. I started reading Erma decades ago, when I was doing my first stint as a SAHM (but we didn't call ourselves that then).
I liked her way of taking the ordinary frustrations of life as a mother and turning them into something magical to read. Funny. Poignant. She detailed the challenges and joys of motherhood, of marriage, of a life lived well.
Ahhh, Dayton in April. The scent of Springtime in the air, and quite possibly, snowpiles melting in the parking lots.
Alas, the money tree needs a bailout. And since no adults in the Cleaver compound are earning a living, and we're subsisting on unemployment compensation, there will be no trip to Dayton. Sigh.
So until then, I will continue to sit here and
post semi-coherent drivel...and dream of Dayton in years to come.
Maybe they'll start a Peg Bracken Writers' Workshop someday...