Wow, what a weekend at the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop ! Last weekend, I attended the EBWW in Dayton, Ohio to teach two classes. It was such a privilege to work with so many talented, passionate and dedicated writers. The spirit of Erma was everywhere. As Erma said, “It takes a lot of courage to […]
I’m thrilled to share my humor essay Vacation Anxiety Syndrome published in this month’s issue of Martha’s Vineyard Magazine. It chronicles the day our friends Syd and Ted and their sons visited us during our MV family vacation and the high jinks that ensued under the inevitable pressure of creating the perfect day . . . […]
photo by Gage Skidmore Going into the final hours of preparation for Monday night’s Double Your Chances round of Who Wants to Be the President?, we were given a sneak peek into Donald Trump’s grueling preparation. Just this morning, the Trump camp learned that there’d be no Celebrity Questions, as they were expecting. If not […]
Can’t they make those field hockey sticks longer? All that hunching. Those poor girls. Who can hunch for that long? My back hurts just watching them. Think of all that lower back pain. And how can they run properly while hunching? They can’t. They try, but maximum speed? Not a chance. And has anyone […]
photo by drburtoni During a recent interview for a book blog, I was asked what was the best piece of advice I had ever been given. The interviewer most likely meant writing advice, but all I could think of was the time a dentist told me it didn’t matter when someone flossed their teeth, just […]
photo by David Bone When I lived on the Upper West Side, I took the 79th Street crosstown bus to my office on Fifth Avenue. I had many choices of transportation, but I favored the M79 particularly because if I took this bus from Columbus Avenue at around eight o’clock in the morning, I’d have […]
It was a few weeks before my 34th birthday, and I was seven months pregnant with my first child. My husband, a native of Wyckoff, and I were living in Manhattan. We worked long days back then and didn’t cook much at home. After all, we lived in New York City, food paradise of […]
photo by David Merrett Dear Pigs, By the way, may I call you that? Pigs? It’s meant with the utmost respect, and after all, it is your name. Believe me, pig. I’ve never used your name in vain when referring to perverts or sleazeballs. I don’t know who started that. Uncool. Nor have I ever […]
photo by Meme Binge Nestled peacefully under my comforter, I heard my bedroom door swoosh open with a sense of urgency. A second later, inches from my head, I heard, “Honey!” It was my husband’s aggressive whisper. The kind that’s meant to be in a hushed tone but comes out louder than a normal speaking […]
