Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.4.2026
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Messages from Mom link-arrow link-arrow

My mother doesn’t text. She has no use for spell check, autocorrect, or any AI tools.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
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No Directions Needed link-arrow link-arrow

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
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Deck the Halls with Other People's Furniture: A Love Letter to Allston Christmas link-arrow link-arrow

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
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A Recipe for Immortality link-arrow link-arrow

Potato salad—an enduring favorite for picnics or backyard barbecues. A prerequisite for summer.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
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When Date Night Becomes Hate Night link-arrow link-arrow

My husband and I have long struggled with planning date nights.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.3.2026
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Of Cake, Candles, and Stool Samples link-arrow link-arrow

My son’s 17th birthday was unexpectedly and delightfully full of crap.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.2.2026
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Coming Live to the Erma Stage link-arrow link-arrow

Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop announces the slate for Attendee Stand-Up Comedy Night.
Erma Bombeck Writer Workshop
3.1.2026
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Humor Writer of the Month: Viv Sade link-arrow link-arrow

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
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Held Together link-arrow link-arrow

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
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The Erma Effect link-arrow link-arrow

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.