“While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to die – whether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness.” – Gilda Radner
“A Mrs. Richard Feder, from Fort Lee, New Jersey, writes in and says: “Dear Roseanne Rosannadanna, I want to breast feed my baby but I’m not quite sure how you do it. Which breast do I use? How do I get the milk to be the right temperature? Do I have to heat up my breast? Do I have to sterilize my nipple? When I’m done, do I have to put my breast back in the refrigerator? And, if I eat a Hershey bar, will my breast make chocolate milk?” Mrs. Feder, I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re just as stupid as your husband.” – Gilda Radner as Roseanne Rosannadanna
A couple of weeks ago I was in Strong Island at my Grandparents house. One of my favorite past-times while visiting the most beloved people in my life is perusing the thousands of books in various bookcases, layered two books deep, that make their house so charming. Most books are non-fiction memoirs, boring historical accounts, semi-bearable historical accounts, political diatribes, Earnest Hemingway novels, biographies, autobiographies…you name it, children’s books, mysteries, poetry, date books, diaries, and every National Geographic issue since the T-Rex ravaged Earth. The plethora of reading materials is more vast than space – at least is seems.
SNL is my favorite show – I revere each cast member as though Gandhi’s kindred, wish to follow in their footsteps, and one day hope to achieve the clever wit with which they utter each word. Gilda Radner, one of the original SNL cast members, is my number one. And when I found her autobiography, It’s Always Something, squished between cumbersome novels in my Grandparent’s house, I rejoiced. Of course, this was my mom’s (she inspired my love for Gilda and SNL). This weekend I finished Gilda’s book with tears in my eyes, but mostly full of awe – how one person brought so much joy and love into the sometimes sad world is exemplary. Although Gilda spent her life making people laugh, her fate was bleak – diagnosed with ovarian cancer in her late 30s, Gilda spent years fighting her war against the cancer that eventually took her life, but in no way her spirit. I dedicate today’s Monday-spiration to the one and only, Gilda Radner.
Roseanne Rosannadanna – Commencement speech
As Roseanne (and Gilda) would say….”It’s always something.” So you might as well make the most of it. Happy Monday!