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
A child develops individuality long before he develops taste. I have seen my kid straggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory -- an empty bottle of gin.
I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.
It's frightening to wake up one morning and discover that while you were asleep you went out of style.
When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later.
There is nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child. ... Time, self-pity, apathy, bitterness, and exhaustion can take the Christmas out of the child, but you cannot take the child out of Christmas.
There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.
I'm trying very hard to understand this generation. They have adjusted the timetable for childbearing so that menopause and teaching a sixteen-year-old how to drive a car will occur in the same week.
In general my children refuse to eat anything that hasn't danced on television.
The bad times I can handle. It's the good times that drive me crazy. When is the other shoe going to drop?
A child develops individuality long before he discovers taste
If life is a bowl of cherries, then what am I doing in the pits?
It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of supersophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.
As a child, my number one best friend was the librarian in my grade school. I actually believed all those books belonged to her.
At some point in your life, if you're lucky, you throw practicality to the wind and start living.