Mary Kay Jordan Fleming is a professor of developmental psychology at Mount St. Joseph University in Cincinnati and mother of two grown children. After more than 30 years of scientific and academic writing, Mary Kay added humorous personal essays to her repertoire almost a decade ago. Encouraged by the judges’ feedback from the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition in 2010, she entered again in 2016 and won in the global humor category. In June 2019, […]
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(Editor’s Note: Bruce Ferber is the editor of the anthology The Way We Work: On the Job in Hollywood; a novelist; and an Emmy-nominated comedy writer and producer whose credits include Bosom Buddies, Growing Pains, Sabrina, the Teenage Witch, Coach, Dan vs. and Home Improvement, where he served as executive producer and showrunner. In 2014, he keynoted the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop.)
Q: What are the origins of The Way We Work: On The Job In Hollywood? […]
Many teens take a significant step toward adulthood when they get behind the wheel (and stereo volume controls) of their own vehicles. My eldest and most expensive daughter recently reached this milestone when my wife and I purchased her a pre-owned 2018 Nissan Altima for her sixteenth birthday. She specifically requested “glacier white”–because plain white would suggest we were simply providing her with a practical mode of transport, rather than a lit ride to impress her squad when she pulls up to spill tea about a dank snack she thinks is the GOAT. […]
Spare me the movies honored by film festivals attended by Hollywood wannabes tagging along after Hollywood elites bestowing blessings on existentially bereft characters. Forget cinematic musings on the meaning of life. Don’t bother recommending “films” raved about by critics and showered with Rotten Tomatoes. Show me a stupid movie. Make me laugh.
We have a tradition in our family of curling up on our couches and watching movies which we affirm to be stupid, with the hope that they will also be amusing. […]
My father decided to buy me my first car. I was afraid to drive so I was 20 years old before I would agree. As usual, the choice was his, with me going along, just happy to have wheels. The choice was a Nash Metropolitan, salmon pink with white trim, a car I could fit into a good-sized closet.
The Oat, as we called it (because the license plate read OAT 007), ranked low in the hot car division in the ’60s, […]