Author(s)

Beth Broderick

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

10-17-2022

Abstract

We knew my mother was dying when she forgot to smoke. My sister, Laura, called me at the end of that day, and she sounded deeply shaken. This was not uncommon for her. I had fielded many calls from Laura, convinced that Mom was about to go. Mom could be very dramatic, and my sister's nerves were worn thin.

Keywords

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

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