Author(s)

Wendy Parker

Document Type

Blog

Publication Date

1-7-2020

Abstract

Our bed has a smoldering pile of blankets in the middle of it. It serves as a burn barrier for the innocents who don't teeter on the verge of spontaneous combustion at least three times a night. Namely, my husband and the cats. After several months of menopausal volcanic flashes of heat that somehow erupt from my body without vaporizing everything in the general vicinity, they've all become used to interrupted sleep. When I leap out of bed screaming to shed my clothes, it's no longer foreplay; it's survival.

Keywords

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


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