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“Comparison is the thief of joy, Mom.” The nerve of this kid.

The 2024 Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop has come to an end. It’s time to go home. Brace yourself. For the foreseeable future, no keynote speakers will be inspiring you as you sip Chardonnay while waiting for your food to appear before you.

If the remains of Jimmy Hoffa are ever found, ending a nearly half-century search for the notorious union boss, I know just where they will be:

My office.

Yes, Erma Bombeck made me do it.

Do What? Isn’t she…?

I know, it seems a bit confusing.

But first, if you’re new here, welcome! If not, welcome back!

Two unique events shaped our lives recently: a rare earthquake that hit the northeast, and last week's solar eclipse.

I’ve been home from the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop for a week.

My dog is still a little upset with me that she is no longer dining on the good dishes. Apparently, I hid her dog bowls in the dishwasher while I was away.

I learned about the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop from a writer friend who lives in a suburb of Dayton, Ohio. The first time I tried to reserve a spot, it was already sold out. Learning from this mistake, I marked the date of its next rollout and jumped on it early enough to ensure my attendance in 2024. Although I did not know any other attendees, I joined the Facebook group created for the group and engaged with the other members.

I am a woman who has officially sunk into the belly of midlife. There are a lot of firsts going on for me, but the one I fight the most is my need to use reading glasses. I own “a” pair and when I can’t locate them, I try to fudge the universe a bit. But sometimes, the world laughs back at me and my feeble attempts to see unaided.

I haven’t taken a bath since the Johnson administration (Lyndon, not Andrew) and it looks like the drought will continue because boys aren’t allowed in our newly renovated bathroom.