Author(s)

Vicki Austin

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

8-3-2019

Abstract

"We couldn't ignore their siren song!" my son insisted. My husband sheepishly lowered his head. "You carried these through the mall, in public?!" I was aghast observing the ghostly white, curvy, naked form, absent of any gender identification, complete with attached high-heeled boots. "Two of my students saw us and took pictures," my spouse continued. "They laughed at me," he ended in a whisper.

Keywords

Erma Bombeck, humor writing, Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop, University of Dayton


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