Laughter, The Best Medicine

Writing romantic comedy is what I do. It’s the only possible outlet for me. From the moment my father told me, “Laugh at yourself first, baby, so no one can beat you to it, you little toothless twerp,” I took it to heart. Laugh at yourself first. Beat every other sucker to it.

When I was told I was dying, I demanded from my best friend, Sandra Hill, that I had to have my ashes shown boldly in the only room in my house I was proud of…my newly decorated bathroom. She said, “Of course. I’ll stuff you in the sink and people can come pay respects and pee at the same time.” I said, “Do you mind putting up a sign saying ‘Try to keep from peeing on the ashes.’”

When you love laughing at life you love sticking around to enjoy it.

Laugh, love, and enjoy comedy.

Best, Trish