Erma Bombeck
Erma Bombeck
Erma Louise Bombeckwas an American humorist who achieved great popularity for her newspaper column that described suburban home life from the mid-1960s until the late 1990s. Bombeck also published 15 books, most of which became bestsellers. From 1965 to 1996, Erma Bombeck wrote over 4,000 newspaper columns, using broad and sometimes eloquent humor, chronicling the ordinary life of a midwestern suburban housewife. By the 1970s, her columns were read twice-weekly by 30 million readers of the 900 newspapers in the U.S...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth21 February 1927
CityBellbrook, OH
CountryUnited States of America
Given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... live it...and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Mother's words of wisdom: Answer me! Don't talk with food in your mouth!
Men who have a thirty-six-tele vised-football- games-a- week-habit should be declared legally dead and their estates probated.
I was trampled to death by a man who believed his luggage would be the first piece off. If he were an experienced traveler, he would know that the first piece of luggage belongs to no one. It's just a dummy suitcase to give everyone hope.
I see children as kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with them until you're both breathless. They crash . . . you add a longer tail . . . you patch and comfort, adjust and teach. You watch them lifted by the wind and assure them that someday they'll fly.
My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.
Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn't even in the same neighborhood.
A child develops individuality long before he develops taste.
I'm going to stop punishing my children by saying, “Never mind! I'll do it myself.
Before we sent kids to computer camps and told them they were having a good time, there was imagination among the human species.
To my way of thinking, the American family started to decline when parents began to communicate with their children.
Poached eggs are good, poached animals are not.
What does it profit a 78-year-old woman to sit around the pool in a bikini if she cannot feed herself?
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.