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
If life is a bowl of cherries, then what am I doing in the pits?
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.
If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?
I used everything you gave me.
Why take pride in cooking, when they don't take pride in eating?
Adults are always telling young people, 'These are the best years of your life.' Are they? I don't know. Sometimes when adults say this to children I look into their faces. They look like someone on the top seat of the Ferris wheel who has had too much cotton candy and barbecue. They'd like to get off and be sick but everyone keeps telling them what a good time they're having.
There is nothing more miserable in the world than to arrive in paradise and look like your passport photo.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.
I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one.
Never have more children than you have car windows.
One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child's name and how old he or she is.
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.