Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.4.2026
Messages from
Mom
My mother doesn’t text. She has no use for spell check, autocorrect, or any AI tools.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
No Directions
Needed
I told him I would know it when I saw it. That might have been more convincing if I weren’t carsick, knew which direction we were driving, or could name any of the roads.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
Deck the Halls with Other People's Furniture: A Love Letter to Allston
Christmas
While some consider foliage and apple-picking the quintessential markers of fall in New England, I wait for Allston Christmas.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
A Recipe for
Immortality
Potato salad—an enduring favorite for picnics or backyard barbecues. A prerequisite for summer.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
When Date Night Becomes Hate
Night
My husband and I have long struggled with planning date nights.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
Of Cake, Candles, and Stool
Samples
My son’s 17th birthday was unexpectedly and delightfully full of crap.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.2.2026
Coming Live to the Erma
Stage
Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop announces the slate for Attendee Stand-Up Comedy Night.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.1.2026
Humor Writer of the Month: Viv
Sade
Viv Sade, global humor winner in the 2026 Erma Bombeck Writing Competition, is our Humor Writer of the Month for March.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.1.2026
Held
Together
I recently had a hysterectomy, and because insurance companies hate joy, rest and women, I was discharged the same day and placed into the very capable (read: panicked) hands of my husband.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
2.27.2026
The Erma
Effect
It’s Mother’s Day. I fill the mower's gas tank then press the prime button exactly twenty times—last season’s stubborn requirement. After four pulls, the relic sputters, lurches, then dies a smokey death in shin high weeds.