Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

9-26-2020

Abstract

It was our first week in the country, and all I could do was stand at the kitchen window and stare into 20 acres of ungrazed woods. Never trampled, never gnawed, never poisoned. Our lane was 1,000 feet long and went out to a road that most people wouldn't risk driving on. It was just us and the bluebells, an owl and a pond.

Keywords

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


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