(Editor’s Note: This piece by Allia Zobel Nolan originally ran in The News-Times on Nov. 4, 2019).
Politics. We can’t live with it. We can’t live without it. It’s in the pawfront of our daily lives. And now more so than ever. Small wonder, when the time comes, we the people are panicking about choosing the right leaders — whether it’s a government official, the head of the PTA, or even our book club president. […]
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Let’s go social, Erma champions!
“When humor goes, there goes civilization,” Erma Bombeck famously wrote.
Here’s your chance to make a gift to keep the University of Dayton’s Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop affordable for writers — *and* save civilization. It’s no secret that we need laughter today more than ever.
And here’s the kicker: For every dollar raised Nov. 4 through Dec. 5 an anonymous donor will match it, up to $10,000.
That means with the help of Erma champions, […]
Write in the spirit of Erma — and win
Two prolific authors — Bill Bryson and Jess Montgomery — will serve as finalist judges for the 2020 Erma Bombeck Writing Competition.
And none other than Betsy Bombeck, Erma’s daughter, will keynote the 7 p.m. awards presentation on April Fool’s Day at the Woodbourne Library, 6060 Far Hills Ave.
The writing competition, held every two years in conjunction with the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop, pays tribute to hometown writer Erma Bombeck, one of the greatest humorists of the 20th century. […]
Who's Publishing What: Looking Back at Elyria
Author Marci Rich combines journalism, historical research and memoir to look back at her hometown with love in her new book, Looking Back at Elyria: A Midwest City at Midcentury.
Readers needn’t have grown up in Elyria to appreciate her book. “The universal appeal of its writing, and the kinship of its storytelling, will invite readers to engage in their own time-traveling,” says the publisher, The History Press.
Ilene Beckerman, author of Love, […]
How’s your momma and nem
While residing in the Sunshine State, I longed for the simple life of the rural south. My fondest childhood memories are of those simple pleasures: watching the fireflies dance in the moonlight between the tear drop leaves of a weeping willow, the feel of watermelon dripping down my chin on a hot summer day by the glistening lake, and the warm and fuzzy feeling that comes from being waved at by a complete stranger. I felt my escape from Yankee land would be my salvation. […]
