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Thursday Doors: At Erma’s

It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors! What did I capture this week? Let’s find out.

Well, first, let’s all be shocked together that this is my first Thursday Doors post since June. *faints* As summer descended, I retreated and hibernated. Then, it turned into the summer swamp from hell — which is continuing and sweating my Autumn days away, by the way — so no wandering about with a camera, for a very long time.

Once I realized the sweatsock summer was continuing into my favorite season, I decided to venture out, but only to go in — indoors, that is. Hence, my first doors post in four months. *faints again*


Live theater is one of my all-time favorite things. It opens doors, if you will, to all kinds of worlds, many that I’ll never actually walk through in real life, and into the lives of so many different people.

There’s something about sitting in a darkened theater watching people who make you believe they are the people they’re pretending to be live lives that aren’t their own but that somehow connect to you and your life sitting out beyond the footlights in the dark.

Shared moments.

Sparks of connection.

Communal experience, laughing, crying, just being, together.

Creativity, live, in the moment, in moments like no other, even in other showings of the same production.

I wandered out one sticky night not too long ago and decided to head to the theater. On the aisle, in the front row, I was tapped on the shoulder by Erma Bombeck after she walked down the orchestra section’s steps and then up the stage steps to her perch for the next hour or so. I’m still not sure I enjoy the breaking of the fourth wall, but since the show At Wit’s End is more like a conversation, I suppose it’s OK this time.

I knew a lot about Erma and her writing. When I used to write columns for a newspaper, people of a certain age told me my writing reminded them of Erma’s. What I didn’t know before seeing the show was that Erma was involved with the Equal Rights Amendment and even worked on a committee about women’s rights during the Carter Administration. That was an interesting section added on to the quips she’s most famous for, like “Seize the moment. Remember all those women on the ‘Titanic’ who waved off the dessert cart.” (That got a HUGE laugh, by the way).

I went by myself to the show, something I doing more of these days, to build up my traveling alone confidence (hey, it works for me). But really, I was there with more than 300 of my newest friends, whom I’ll never see again probably, and Erma… well, the woman playing her anyway.

The photo: the set for this one-woman show. The door: the one Erma opens time and again as she talks about parts of her life as if we were visiting over tea in her Formica-countered kitchen. An enjoyable evening that I’ll repeat (albeit at a different show) sooner rather than later.

I wonder what new world I’ll enter through that “door” when I do…

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This post is one of many through Thursday Doors by Norm Frampton. See other doors — from around the world — on his weekly linkup and/or on the Twitter at #ThursdayDoors. See more of my doors here.

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11 thoughts on “Thursday Doors: At Erma’s

  1. Erma Bombeck was the best. At one point we lived in Dayton OH and Erma’s influence was everywhere. As a girl I remember Erma’s newspaper columns and how much my mother laughed when she read them. The humor was beyond me at the time but now I get it. In fact as my blog has evolved over the years I’ve considered Erma as a guiding light, if I may be so bold to say.

    Nice door, too. That’s what I should be focusing on, right?

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    1. Aw. That’s a nice remembrance about your mom reading and laughing. And I’m not surprised Erma inspires you — your blog is very down to earth, like her writing, and amusing, too.

      Sure, the door. But ya know, I always tell a lil’ story… a DOOR-y, if you will.

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  2. Interesting thoughts in your first few paragraphs! Reading through your text, i’m wondering if art made me a more solitary person. Unlike with theater and drama, I practice my art by myself… and I don’t mind at all to be by myself.

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    1. Thanks! That’s an interesting thing to think about. Sometimes art for me is collaborative, but I write, so I spend a lot of time being creative by myself. Being alone is fantastic, and necessary for an introvert (like me).

      Thanks for commenting!

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