The Gift of Laughter


When was the last time you laughed so hard your stomach hurt? Also, does that qualify as an ab workout? Let me tell you that after three babies, it does.

There is something called Laugh Fest going on in my city this week. It is a week celebrating laughter and benefiting the local Gilda’s Club. So Friday, Saturday and Sunday, we went to comedy shows. And laughed. A lot.

Outside of one comedienne who was a bit on the foul side, I was delighted to see that comedy didn’t have to involve profanity or inappropriateness. In fact I thought the one comic who went there just wasn’t very funny. And that isn’t because I am prudish, the audience response clearly indicated most agreed with me. No one wants to listen to a woman drop f-bombs and talk about her raunchy sexcapades for 15 minutes.

The highlight of the weekend was seeing Bill Cosby perform. The “dad” I grew up watching on TV, live and in person. He is in his 70s now, but it hasn’t dulled his comic timing a bit. He was much slower than the other comics we saw, but that is what made him brilliant. You had to wait for the punch line and it was worth the wait.

He sat in a chair the entire show and told stories. Stories of his childhood, stories from the bible (seriously hilarious interpretation of Adam and Eve) and most comical, stories from marriage. The man spoke for over two hours and you got the feeling he only stopped because he had to. His next show was starting in fifteen minutes. That’s right, he was doing it all over again. The man is a legend for a reason.

There is a ton of horrible stuff going on in the world right now. I can’t even bear to watch the news. There are sad things happening to people around me. Heck, the charity this whole thing supports exists to give support to people whose lives have been devastated by cancer.

But there is a healing power to laughter. And even though it made my weekend crazy and way too busy and my inbox WAY too out of control, I needed to laugh. My abs needed it, my head needed it and my heart certainly needed it. So I leave you with one of my favorites.


  1. Classic. Thanks for the smile. I can barely type through the tears of laughter rolling down my face!
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  2. You make me jealous, I’d love to see Bill Cosby live. Good for you. PS: my first time on your blog and I love it

  3. Bill Cosby in person? I’m insanely jealous!

    Yeah, I haven’t been able to watch any of the news out of Japan, I just can’t handle it. Devastating. :-(

  4. We speak in Bill Cosby-isms in my house. My parents both grew up listening to his routines on records! You haven’t been accepted into the family if you haven’t been called “you gunky!”

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  5. We love Bill Cosby (total Philly thing too). So jealous!

    And to answer your question, I was crying with laughter over the weekend. My brother and husband had me bent over and it certainly felt great!
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  6. As a kid, I remember my parents listening to Bill Cosby records and laughing along. They’re even funnier when you’re a parent. Great video!
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  7. I LOVE Bill Cosby. When I was growing up my parents had one of his routines on cassette tape so we’d listen to it all of the time in the car. It was fun showing the chocolate cake one to my son who now loves Bill Cosby thanks to Netflix streaming the Cosby Show!!
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