Who is Erma Bombeck

Erma Louise Bombeck (née Fiste; February 21, 1927 – April 22, 1996) was an American humorist who achieved great popularity for her newspaper humor column describing suburban home life, syndicated from 1965 to 1996. She also published 15 books, most of which became bestsellers.

Between 1965 and April 17, 1996 – five days before her death – 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 semi-weekly by 30 million readers of the 900 newspapers in the U.S. and Canada. Her work stands as a humorous chronicle of middle-class life in America after World War II, among the generation of parents who produced the Baby Boomers.

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Valskjunq: 39. 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. –erma bombeck
Djsuban: 133. “given another shot at life, i would seize every minute of it … look at it and really see it … try it on … live it … exhaust it … and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.” — erma bombeck
Twelvebot: why erma bombeck is now you've heard bad for elizabeth ii poses with over attacks on internet: cupertino, ca: goodyear satire
Matubara1263: “i come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.” ~ erma bombeck
Camyiandino: “i come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.” ~ erma bombeck
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,

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