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(This piece will appear in the summer issue of the University of Dayton Magazine.)

It was three days full of belly-laughing, donkey-snorting, mascara-running good times with 350 humor writers from around the country.

And there I was, sitting in Sears Recital Hall, trying not to cry.

A fellow attendee at UD's biennial Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop had just stood up. Her name was Kate. She had come here from Newtown, Conn. "I was funny and lost my funny," she told us as we rummaged our pockets for tissues. "I came here to find it again."

We knew she hadn't just lost it. This writer had her funny ripped from her in her own hometown by the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooter. When would it be OK, she wondered, to laugh again?

It's when life makes us ask such question that we need laughter the most.

At the workshop's keynote dinner, Phil Donahue reminded us of the power of laughter as he talked about his good friend, the late Erma Fiste Bombeck '49. The father of daytime talk shows and the mother of misadventures had been neighbors in Centerville, Ohio, each raising stair-step children while launching their careers.

In her writing, he said, was an honesty that touched the world. She popped balloons of pretense with daggers of laughter. Her humor was revolutionary.

"Motherhood was sacred," Donahue said as he intoned popular sentiment: "'Oh, how blessed you are. Oh, what a wonderful mother you are.' Mothers were on pedestals. And Erma would do a column something like, 'I am going to sell my children.' She punctured that pretense, and she was speaking for millions of women."

My own mother taped Bombeck's words to our goldenrod-yellow refrigerator door - not the words about selling us, as far as I can remember, though I certainly would have deserved it for digging a pond in the backyard and filling it with frogs, which attracted crows from three counties.

Millions of women also taped Bombeck to their fridges, taking strength from the joys of an imperfect life with this sister who cautioned us to never have more children than we have car windows. It is a community that stretches through the miles and across the decades and that, every two years, materializes at UD, where a young Erma was told by her English professor, "You can write."

This April, Donahue repeated the phrase, adding a charge to use our words to move mountains. "We have an assembly of people of conscience here ... and you may just be the people who will make our lives better," he said.

With their words and their support, the attendees embraced Kate from Newtown, who later wrote, "My three days in Dayton were extraordinary, and when the laughter died down I learned this above all: the line between tragedy and comedy does exist, and while laughing in the face of any horror is nearly impossible, the only way through the tears and darkness is with laughter and light."

- Michelle Tedford

Michelle Tedford is the editor of the University of Dayton Magazine.