Nancy LaFever explores Southern writers and Krispy Kremes in an interview with writer pal, Amy Mullis, author, humor writer and food enthusiast. Amy lives in South Carolina “in a suburb of Sugar Tit, which is possibly the best thing that could happen to a humorist.” This piece appeared on LaFever’s blog, Single People’s Grocery Lists, on June 1, 2012.
SPGL: Welcome, Amy!
AM: “First I’d like to say that I love your blog. I regularly stop by to read it, but I don’t always comment because the lists make me hungry and I wander off for a snack. Also, I’ve noticed that your lists often contain wine. Handy tip: I save money by substituting comparable but thriftier items, such as juice from the grapes I forgot to throw out last month. Always remember that good things can come from refrigerator harvests.”
SPGL: Thanks for the plug, A! You’re a talented and successful writer. Here’s a question about your “process.” Do you live to write or do you live to eat? (Since this is a food-focused blog, I have to ask the hard questions.)
AM: “I believe that eating and writing can co-exist peacefully. I haven’t seen an essay yet that isn’t made better by a smudge of chocolate and a sprinkling of crushed pecans. And raspberry filling. And whipped cream. And…could you excuse me a second? I have to go check on something in the snack aisle.”
SPGL: I know from previous chats that you’re quite a fan of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. As a writer, do those misspellings bother you? Is glazed your favorite?
AM: “Krispy Kreme originated in my backyard. Not my actual backyard because they’d be covered in red mud, but in the “other” Carolina just over the border. So I thought Krispy Kreme was the correct spelling until I conducted in-depth research on Google five minutes ago. But people who spell doughnuts without the “ugh”? I have ughly thoughts about them. (See what I did there? I call that humor. My kids call that an excuse to roll their eyes like Atlantic City dice.) Also, I’ve had a flirtation with glazed for years, but my blood runneth raspberry cream. Or kreme. Either one makes my arteries go pitter pat.”
SPGL: You live in South Carolina. We Northerners believe that y’all (is that correct?) live on chicken fried steak and grits. Have you ever made a sandwich replacing bread with chicken fried steak?
AM: “You can’t replace bread with chicken fried steak because done correctly there is gravy on top and that would send the whole meal into the “gooshy stuff we eat over the sink” category. (Interesting fact: There is also chicken fried chicken, which is not the same as fried chicken although it’s fried. And chicken. Go figure.) However, if you’ll check with Paula Deen (referenced below and who always, I mean ALWAYS, looks like a zombie in her photographs and who is probably planning a meal around chicken fried brainz), you can make a sandwich using a sliced doughnut for bread. Add bacon and it’s nature’s perfect food. Y’all.”
SPGL: According to Southern cook Paula Deen, TV star and High Priestess of fat content, recipes should always stick to a 75 percent fat to 25 percent sugar ratio. Would you weigh in on that?
AM: “Never say ‘weigh’ to a Southerner.”
SPGL thanks Amy for taking the time to stop by, especially since she had to put down a donut to focus. Catch more of her on her blog, Mind Over Mullis and on An Army of Ermas, where she’s a regular contributor.
— Nancy LaFever
Nancy LaFever pens a blog, “Single People’s Grocery Lists.” Why? Because she “discovered the crap we buy is actually pretty funny when you look at your list.”
This piece first appeared on the Senior Wire News Service. Reposted by permission.
“My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car.” — Erma Bombeck
In April, I attended the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop 2012 at the University of Dayton, Erma’s alma mater. It is a bi-annual event that I have registered for since 2004 because I love humor writing. There are always more than 350 people in attendance and seats sell out quickly, so I have learned to sign up on the first day of registration and make hotel reservations early in December.
I first read Erma Bombeck in the late 1960s. She hooked me with At Wit’s End; Just Wait Until You Have Children of Your Own; Aunt Erma’s Cope Book; If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits? and many other hilarious books. I have been an avid fan ever since.
This year, Erma’s family dedicated a Hoopsi Blue Spruce in her memory outside St. Mary’s Hall at the University of Dayton to commemorate the 16th anniversary of her death on April 22, 1996. “They planted trees and crabgrass came up,” the inscription read on the stone in front of the small evergreen. It ended with these words, “The Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank, 1976 – Erma Bombeck ’49.” Erma’s husband, Bill Bombeck, spoke at the dedication ceremony. and WDTN-TV covered the story. Later, I managed to get a photo with him.
I noticed a new trend evolving at the workshop — many seniors had registered to start new careers in writing. I networked with as many people as possible at the workshop sessions, lunch and dinner during the three-day event. I met retired business owners, government workers, IT professionals, law enforcement officials and school teachers. Their stories were similar to mine: “I read Erma Bombeck while raising my kids,” or “I always admired her writing.” Some said, “I’d like to learn how to make money at this, so I can supplement my Social Security income.” They were not all humor writers; some were there to learn how to interject humor into more serious topics and presentations. I met folks who wrote health columns, blogs, Christian books, children’s books, greeting cards, and newbies just learning the craft of writing.
Among the sponsors, the National Society of Newspaper Columnists (NSNC) boasted that it has the oldest columnist in America as a member, Harriette B. Leidich of North Bennington, Vt., who turned 100 on April 19 — opening day of the workshop. Harriette is still writing columns for the daily Bennington Banner.
The concurrent educational sessions at the workshop were excellent, covering everything from basic humor writing to social networking and blogging. I was able to order a CD with the soundtrack from all of them because I had to miss a few sessions that conflicted with my schedule.
Keynote speakers during meals included feminist humor maven Gina Barreca; Ilene Beckerman, who started her writing career at age 60; Pulitzer Prize-winner Connie Schultz; television writer and book author, Adriana Trigiani; and Thurber Prize-winner and original “Saturday Night Live” writer Alan Zweibel.
Gina Barreca brought the house down when she entertained us with standup comedy for over an hour after dinner on Saturday. After that, about 27 of the attendees, including yours truly, were given five minutes each to perform standup comedy for folks energetic enough to stay awake until midnight.
Mascot EB Heron, a blue heron adopted by a small group of “Ermies” at the 2010 Workshop, was in attendance again this year. His fan club sported yellow T-shirts and tiaras. His handmade tuxedos (he owns two) got more attention at the event than Kate Middleton would wearing maternity clothes. He was named “EB” after E.B. White following a “Name the Bird” contest at the 2010 workshop. Seven ladies contributed to a Kindle biography about him titled EB and the Ladies of the Bird Table Take Flight.
This was a wonderful experience. I learned about the benefits of social networking, made many new friends and plan to attend the 2014 workshop. Actually, I can’t wait to see EB’s new tuxedo.
— Rose A. Valenta
I’ve overdosed on humor columns.
I’m afraid that I’ve dissected the frog of humor to the point that everything that once was funny is now as lifeless as another article on characterization or copyrights. But in consolation, several typical patterns have emerged, and I offer them to you the next time you need to cough up 600-800 hilarious words.
The basic typology of the humor column mimics most other literary formats. Here are seven basic forms of the humor column along with some examples from my own writing.
1. The List
Magazine feature writing has long relied on the list. Tens ways to improve your marriage, laundry, sex life or breath are still hot copy in the slicks. David Letterman’s “Top Ten List” is this classic in its video incarnation. James Thurber was a master of the form and even developed a list of rules for humor writing. The list evolved from the classic string-of-pearls formula in which one anecdote follows another, only loosely connected by a common topic. Many of the best things ever written follow this formula — the Ten Commandments, The Bill of Rights, the article you’re reading. The following example lists rules for parents to use in assessing their Christmas purchases.
The Quantity Test: Simply are there enough of them? Will the child have a sufficient number of things to unwrap Christmas morning? Experience has taught that 12 to 15 presents is a minimum number for a successful Christmas. Don’t get lazy and start wrapping presents together. While it’s not a good policy to wrap the crayons individually, remember batteries are not included. Save them for the stocking.
The Dollar Amount Test: Secondly, did you pay enough for the presents? This test can be conducted by simply determining if you have reached your credit limit on at least one major credit card. If not, it’s back to the mall. You have obviously not spent enough.
2. The Q&A and the Quiz
The question-and-answer column is a form the humorist can easily exploit using a mock expert to provide snappy answers. Due to the unshakable popularity of Ann and Abby, this form has high recognition value for readers. Second cousin to the Q & A is the quiz. I prefer the multiple-choice format since it provides more opportunities for gags in the distracters. Since we’ve all had to contend with tests, this is a perennial favorite. Psychological tests are especially easy to parody.
Paranoia Self Check-up
A. The FDA has conspired to allow unhealthy food products on the market. (5 points)
B. So far, only my Lucky Charms have been tampered with. (100 points)
A. The CIA and FBI are watching me. (10 points)
B. The CIA and FBI are watching my rear end. (1,000 points)
3. Recent Personal Event
Many humor writers use the personal anecdote to illustrate some broader cultural issue. “A funny thing happened to me on the way to the _____” is the essence of this form. This example uses a graduation.
We’ll Remember Always
I just attended a double graduation and sat through four hours of national anthems, platitudinous advice and the mispronunciation of names. Four hours were only interrupted by a brief foray into the blazing hot sun to take pictures of the sweating graduates. I would rather have attended a double murder.
4. Childhood Event
Nostalgia is big business since Baby Boomers crashed into the gerontology bus. Childhood memories particularly from the 1950s and 1960s are appreciating in value daily. They have high recognition and, when handled appropriately, are a strong hook. The following is such a piece on holidays.
My family always went overboard on holidays — like the Christmas my electrician father installed 200 red and green 100-watt light bulbs around our front porch. He thought it lent that special holiday magic. My mother said it made our house look like a damn tavern…
5. Current Events
Most humorists look for unusual new items for their comic premise. These show up nightly in Jay Leno’s and Letterman’s monologues. Dave Barry even had his readers constantly searching for the unusual. These pieces have a short shelf life, but they also have considerable impact if your timing is right. The following piece relates to the short-lived push for a constitutional amendment on flag burning.
Getting it Etched in Stone
Proposed constitutional amendments proliferate like pimples on a first date. First there was ERA, prayer in public schools and abortion, and then congressional term limits, the balanced budget, flag desecration and, of course, the mandatory purchase of crocks and private health insurance. As someone who had to pass three constitution exams to complete my education (8th grade, 11th grade and college) I’m violently opposed to any additional amendments, especially if they’re going to be on the test.
6. The Interview
From the comedy team of Bob and Ray to Andy Borowitz, the faux interview is a great format for the humor writer. Below is an example of my ersatz radio interview of a conservative child-rearing expert.
Interviewer: Welcome to WNRA. All Right Radio, All the Time. Today’s guest is child-rearing expert and nationally syndicated advice columnist, Cornelius Bottomwacker. Dr. Bottomwacker’s latest book, It’s Time to Take The Carrot off the Stick and Put it to Better Use, has been on the Conservative Gazette’s best-seller list for the last six months. Dr. Bottomwacker, welcome.
Bottomwacker: Thanks, Bob. It’s a pleasure to be here. I should correct you. It’s Mr., not Dr. Bottomwacker. I don’t believe in higher education. I believe that higher education is to blame for most of the problems we currently face. Those snide self-satisfied liberal intellectuals are the ones who have supported legalization of drug abuse, teenage sex, satanic rock-and-roll and arugula. Too much liberal higher education is the bane of our times…
7. The Parody
Television, radio, theater and other writers are grist for the humor mill. Parodies can be formulated as scripts, stories or imitation. One of my favorite old movies led to this piece.
Mr. Netherland’s Masterpiece (as told by those who knew him)
(Miss Crabbyappleton, retired junior high school principal now residing in the State Home for Educators and the Insane): I remember Mr. Netherland’s first day on the job at Al Sharpton Junior High School. This reckless, feckless, ambitious young man with sawdust in his hair wanted more out of life than being a shop teacher. He had taken a temporary teaching job just to quell the incessant nagging of his new wife. He intended to work after school and summers on his masterpiece, the world’s largest faux walnut plywood whatnot shelf. Yes, Mr. Netherland dreamed large. But as the years passed, there never was enough time. What with grading bird feeders and ashtrays, filling out requisitions for nails and crazy glue, and laundering shop towels, his life was rich but somehow unfulfilled.
Power of the Comedic Twist
Familiarity makes the comedic twist in humor writing successful. From experience, readers immediately recognize the legitimacy, which reinforces identification with the content and acceptance of the comedic premise. The twist is provided though the traditional humor techniques of exaggeration, reversal, self-deprecation and the use of metaphors.
Whatever form you ultimately choose, make sure that it is familiar and distracts the reader from your comedic sleight of hand.
— Terry L. Stawar
Terry L. Stawar is president and CEO of LifeSpring Inc., a community behavioral health center serving six counties in south central Indiana. He writes a weekly newspaper column for the Southern Indiana Evening News and Tribune, a blog for Behavioral Healthcare Magazine and the Welcome to Planet-Terry blog and podcast.
Despite the ever-progressive state of the technological age, it seems if we want to achieve real success as writers, we actually must regress back to behaviors we learned in, like, high school.
In the olden days, writers wrote. They moved to the forest to cabins with no electricity and hunted or trapped their own dinner or better yet never ate at all because they were too busy chain-smoking and ignoring everyone they’ve ever met and WRITING. The more angst and reclusivity, the better their work.
Oh, to be Harper Lee.
Now, if I want to make it as a writer, my muse is a homecoming queen. Because everyone “likes” her.
Social media has invaded even the most lonely of professions, and just like the quill, the solitary life has been expelled from the writer’s toolkit by the landmines of the “Like Me” world.
I discovered my passion for the page right around the time I opened my first email account, then shrunk away to have babies for a decade. By the time I reappeared in my cabin clothes, inkwell in hand, I realized the party’s actually been moved to my high school cafeteria.
Here I stand, tray loaded with ideas and drive, wondering where to sit.
Front and center are the mommy bloggers, the “popular group” with mad skills for making the best (or even better, the worst) of their existence, but there is some mad back scratching going on over there. Not sure I can keep up with all that constant validation and remembering everyone’s names and pages.
Passing through are the crafty class clowns, who show up for roll call to post their status, then disappear and reappear at random to start a new planking, coning or flash fun movement.
Out on the lawn is the artsy group, who know just what filter to instagram their coolness through. Their lenses don’t care if you like them, but deep inside, they really do.
LinkedIn is the National Honor Society, all grown up. Don’t show up without a briefcase and resume if you want to be taken seriously.
And then there are the too-cool-for-school tweeters squatting under the bleachers as their thumbs procure clever punchlines that knock you out in 140 characters or less.
In high school, I constantly wished we could just skip lunch and get back to business. I still do.
I now pen the weekly Cracking Up humor column for The Orange County Register, a dream job in theory. But to take the next step and get syndicated, I won’t be crafting an ingenious query and crossing my fingers for 4-6 weeks. Oh, no.
First, I’ll need to sneak under the bleachers and recruit 4,000 more Twitter followers, then comment and flatter my way through the center of the cafeteria until I convince you to follow the Conga line to my blog. All the while I’ll quip back to the clowns’ status updates and wear a necktie to widen my links, then take up photography so I can insta-open an account to make pinboards on snapfly.
With all this time spent “writing,” when am I going to find time to write?
But seriously, if you ‘like’ me, I’ll ‘like’ you. Follow me at www.momscrackingup.com and @autumnmcalpin, buy my book Real World 101: A Survival Guide to Life After High School on Amazon, and friend me on Facebook!
— Autumn McAlpin
Autumn McAlpin is the author of Real World 101: A Survival Guide to Life After High School, a columnist for The Orange County Register in southern California and a regular contributor to humorwriters.org.
(This humorous essay appeared in the Salem News on June 1, 2012. Reposted by permission.)
Last month, I attended the Erma Bombeck Humor Writers’ Conference in Dayton, Ohio.
People came from Kentucky, Missouri, Indiana and even California. As far as I could tell, I was the only one from Massachusetts. That is because it’s easier to fly to Juneau, Alaska, than to Dayton, Ohio, from here.
I realized this while scrolling through the airlines’ schedules. Dayton is a small airport with few flights from Logan and fewer nonstop.
Eventually, I settled on a US Airways flight from Boston to Washington’s Reagan International. Unfortunately, I had only 30 minutes to make the connecting flight to Dayton.
Should I not make it, there were few alternatives. Even in Washington, flights to Dayton were as scarce as pickle barrels. I pictured myself in desperation, boarding a Greyhound bus to Ohio.
Thus, I decided against checking a suitcase. If I missed the connecting flight, my suitcase could end up in Juno. Instead, I crammed everything into carry-ons.
My “pocketbook” was an enormous tote stuffed with clothes. When I reached in to pay for a headset, I pulled out my underwear.
During the flight from Boston, I glanced often at my watch. We were flying into a wind that would eventually morph into a storm. The turbulence created a drag, the pilot said, leaving me with only 20 minutes to make my connection to Dayton.
I showed the flight attendant my ticket, hoping she’d phone ahead: “Hold that plane!” Instead, she scoffed and said, “You’ll have plenty of time.”
When we landed and the doors opened, I resisted the urge to climb over the seats. I’d resigned myself to missing my connection at that point.
Imagine my surprise then to discover the flight to Dayton had been delayed by two hours. Thank you, US Air!
I found the gate and sat down to read. Later, I decided to go into the main terminal to browse the shops. As often happens, I got distracted. When I checked my watch, I realized my plane was boarding.
I rushed to the security checkpoint and got in line. As I walked through the full-body scanner, a security guard motioned to me.
“I have to go through your things,” she said, unzipping my bags. She took everything out, shaking the box of Cheez-Its along with my underwear. She examined my makeup case.
Then she said, “I have to feel you now.”
I heard her correctly — as did everyone else within earshot. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“Do you mind?” she added.
What to say in a situation like that? If I acted reluctant, she’d be suspicious. On the other hand, if I acted enthusiastic, she’d wonder.
I nodded and glanced at the clock. My flight was leaving in 15 minutes. I cursed myself for straying from the gate.
As the guard performed her duties, I asked why I’d been singled out. It was my bra, she claimed. The multi clasps had created a blur on the screen. (Note to self: Leave bra at home while in the nation’s capital.)
Next, she sprayed my hands and forearms with a strong chemical.
“This detects the presence of explosives,” she informed me. I kept silent.
Finally released, I raced to the gate to find it empty. The monitor showed the delayed flight was now canceled. What?!
I approached a nearby agent.
“Didn’t you get our phone call about the cancellation?” he asked. Apparently, while I was buying Lincoln Memorial paperweights, US Air was calling my house to announce they’d canceled the flight.
“What can I do?” I wailed.
He checked his computer and said, “There’s a flight to Charlotte in 10 minutes,” then handed me a new boarding pass. “You might make it. I’ll take you.”
Together, we raced through the airport, the agent running ahead, me far behind, dragging my bags. Just like in the movies, the doors were closing when I staggered in, taking my seat on the tiny plane.
It was only after we were airborne that I realized I was going to Charlotte, which is in North Carolina. I’m no geography whiz, but isn’t there an easier route to Dayton?
I studied my ticket. Upon landing in Charlotte, I would have 20 minutes to make the connecting flight to Dayton. “You’ll have plenty of time,” the flight attendant assured me.
Needless to say, after three flights and 12 hours in airports, I made it to Dayton. When I checked in at the Humor Writers Conference, I was not amused. Nonetheless, I’ve got it all arranged for next year: I’m going Greyhound.
— Sharon L. Cook
Sharon L. Cook is author of the mystery novel, A Nose for Hanky Panky.
The vast majority of writers who attended the 2012 Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop told us they loved it.
The spring workshop garnered higher survey scores than either of the previous two — thanks primarily to a slate of “funny, smart, entertaining” keynote speakers, the Bombeck family involvement through readings of their favorite Erma columns and the quality and variety of workshop sessions.
More than 60 percent (212) of the 350 participants completed an online survey that rated the workshop’s sessions. The workshop received an average 9.09 rating, with that score escalating to 9.23 when participants rated the cost of the workshop versus the value to their careers.
“Truly, this was the best conference I’ve ever been to for writers,” one survey taker wrote. “Not only were the classes very informative, but my smile muscles hurt each night. …And a unique thing at this conference was the overall feeling of warmth and unity I felt throughout with kindred souls who were out to support each other and not compete.”
Participants offered us constructive criticism, too. Some thought the workshop focused too much on blogging. Others suggested that the breakfast roundtable discussions needed moderators. Lots wanted to be able to scan someone’s name tag and see a hometown. The food, depending upon who you asked, was either “wonderful” or “tasteless.”
Nearly everyone agreed on this point: “The desserts rocked.”
Here’s a sampling of comments from the more than two dozen pages of write-in observations:
• I am eternally grateful that the University of Dayton offers this fabulous gathering to honor Erma Bombeck. It is an incredible undertaking and not only honors her legacy but also truly helps writers to connect, learn about the industry and inspire us all to continue on wherever the path leads us. If I never wrote another word, I would want to attend this uplifting and glorious celebration of Erma and all things humorous.
• I loved, loved, loved the introduction to all the new publishing venues and social media opportunities. EBWW 2012 put me right at the forefront of what’s going on in the industry. Plus, I laughed liked crazy for three days. I came home filled with joy.
• I was so moved and touched by the Bombeck family. Having them read Erma’s articles was a stroke of genius.
• The atmosphere was charged, and the people were very lovely and genuine.
• When I came to EBWW in 2010, I had a blog and some dreams. I came to EBWW in 2012 having had several essays published and with a book contract. Did EBWW get me published? No. But did it make me believe I could do it? Absolutely.
Audio recordings of the individual sessions or the complete workshop can be ordered here.
The Bombeck family readings and excerpts from the keynote addresses can be found on the workshop’s YouTube site.
The next Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop is slated for April 10-12, 2014.
— Teri Rizvi
Teri Rizvi, associate vice president for University communications at the University of Dayton, founded the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop in 2000.
(This piece originally ran in The Orange County Register May 23, 2012. Reposted by permission.)
Kids aren’t the only ones who need the wisdom of others. Grown-ups continue to change, grow and pass through different life stages. We benefit from people who are further down the path of experience.
Last month, I attended the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop in Dayton, Ohio, where along with fellow Newport Beach columnist Shelly Volner, I spent the entire weekend laughing, crying and being filled with the courage to continue pursuing my dreams.
One keynote speaker, Ilene Beckerman, deeply touched me. As she spoke, I hung on her every word. No stranger to life’s pain, Beckerman lost her mother when she was 12, and was raised by her grandparents. Later in life, she had six kids of her own, and lost one at two years old.
She did not begin writing until she was 60. Beckerman, now 77, has authored five books. Her latest one, The Smartest Woman I Know, is about the lessons she learned from her grandmother. When I returned from the conference, I wrote to her:
Dear Ilene, I wanted to send my sincerest thanks for your moving and inspiring speech at the Erma Bombeck workshop. There is something in you, beyond your beauty, talent, creativity, wisdom, honesty and humbleness that makes me appreciate you so much.
…You are a role model for me. Not because your life is a perfect fairytale, but because you are so human. You have experienced pain as well as joy, tears, laughter, birth, death, gains and losses. And you have embraced it all with poise and humor. This adds to your voice as a writer, a woman, a friend, a mentor.
I bought books from several authors at the conference and on the plane ride home to California I picked, like a kid with a bag full of candy, what I wanted to read first. I chose The Smartest Woman I Know and, like a treat, savored every word, every drawing. I fell in love with Ettie and missed my grandma Sylvia Feinberg something fierce.
She wrote me back appreciatively and said, “Your e-mail knocked me out.”
Beckerman is not the first woman to move me in such a way. In college, Professor Werner was my favorite. I took three classes from her. She told us stories of being orphaned during World War II and how UNICEF saved her life, feeding her soup and giving her a coat. As an adult, she learned Swahili, and spent each summer in Africa as a UNICEF volunteer.
The first real boss I ever had opened a school for kids with special needs. She earned her Ph.D. at the age of 72, and well into her 80s she went to work every day an hour early to lecture the staff.
You will know when you have found a role model, because you will not want to be just like them, but be motivated by them to be the best version of you.
— Jill Fales
Jill Fales writes the weekly “Mom’s Voice” column for The Orange County Register. Inspired by the faculty at the 2012 EBWW, she’s now working with Greyden Press on publishing her first book, My Laundry Museum & Other Messy Gifts of Motherhood.
Inspired by the 2012 Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop, Polly Scott wrote and published a book, Forget About Grammar: How to Write a Better Blog Post. She teaches an online writing course and writes a humor blog, Coming to Grips.