Stacey Gustafson is an author, humor columnist and blogger who has experienced the horrors of being trapped inside a pair of SPANX. Her work has appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, Not Your Mother’s Books, Midlife Boulevard, More Magazine, Better After 50 and on her daughter’s bulletin board. Her book, Are You Kidding Me? My Life With An Extremely Loud Family, Bathroom Calamities, and Crazy Relatives, will be released September 2014. […]
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Stacey Gustafson’s second book, Are You Still Kidding Me?, is now available on Amazon.
Ever finish your kid’s homework? Netflix cheat on your husband? Try to explain Alexa to your mother? If so, you’re not alone. Gustafson is back at it again in this hilarious and heartwarming sequel to her #1 Amazon bestseller Are You Kidding Me? My Life with an Extremely Loud Family, Bathroom Calamities, and Crazy Relatives.
“I love Stacey Gustafson’s voice — her stories and how she shares them! […]
Idaho author Elaine Ambrose called traveling to the 2018 Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop “a sacred pilgrimage for the healing power of another belly laugh.”
Jolyn Young, a first-time attendee, made the trek from a remote cattle ranch in northern Arizona with the hope of furthering her freelance career and connecting with other humor writers. “Also,” she blogs, “my two young kids don’t sleep through the night, and I really wanted a nap.” Another first-time attendee from Arizona, […]
We find inspiration in nature, yoga, TED Talks, pets, music, books, travel and more. But for me, the greatest source of inspiration can be found at the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop, the only one dedicated to humor writing. It’s held every other year on the campus of the University of Dayton, fondly called the Dayton Riviera.
We celebrate the spirit of Erma Bombeck, a suburban housewife, syndicated columnist and author of 12 books. Her sayings like, […]
When you’re first married, on a typical weekend, you sleep until 10 a.m., wake up, make coffee, and go back to sleep. Imagine my surprise when my husband violated our ritual and decided to answer the door.
When it comes to the doorbell, my husband’s like Pavlov’s dog. He can’t stand to ignore it.
“Leave it,” I said, patting my hair. “They’ll go away. Besides, I’m not decent.”
He rushed to the door, […]