Author(s)

Gwen Rosenberg

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

2-28-2020

Abstract

It was autumn and we were living on four acres with three babies, a dozen chickens, two goats, and a dog. My friends had advanced degrees and enjoyed ladies lunches at farm-to-table restaurants, and I was doing laundry, changing diapers and eating frozen turkey for Thanksgiving. We had a fresh, free-range turkey living in the barn, but when our eyes met moments before I was supposed to swing the axe, I decided our meal could be from someone else's farm to our table.

Keywords

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


Share

COinS