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
Like religion, politics, and family planning, cereal is not a topic to be brought up in public. It's too controversial.
Pregnancy is the only time in a woman's life she can help God work a miracle.
I worry about scientists discovering that lettuce has been fattening all along.
Crocodiles have a smile I've seen on the face of every lawyer I've ever met.
With all the precautions and risks that accompany sex today, it sounds about as much fun as walking through a minefield.
Phrases and their actual meanings: My teacher has never liked me. Expect a phone call before lunch from the teacher informing you that your child has been launching hot dogs by compressing them inside a small Thermos and then removing the lid quickly.
I read one psychologist's theory that said, "Never strike a child in your anger." When could I strike him? When he is kissing me on my birthday? When he's recuperating from measles? Do I slap the Bible out of his hand on Sunday?
Phone are wonderful instruments, but I wouldn't want our daughter to marry one.
Last year I gave seventy-four phone hours to soliciting baked goods for the Bake-A-Rama. I was named Top Call Girl by the League.
One son appears in stereo - a transistor in one ear and the phone in the other..
A member of the committee slapped a name tag over my left bosom. "What shall we name the other one?" I smiled. She was not amused.
Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted.
I convinced him his luggage had gone to that big Bermuda Triangle in the sky.
If God had meant us to walk around naked, he would never have invented the wicker chair.