When I found my first Erma Bombeck book at the Little Free Library in my tiny hometown, my reaction was “Where has this wonderful woman been all my life”? And my second reaction was, “I guess we are all the same after all!” Like her, I can never find a pen, a rubberband or a piece of tape when I need it. They’re never where they should be and once you unload the drawer to find them, the moment has passed and you don’t need them anymore! Plus I can never find matching socks (so I’ve given up on wearing socks entirely) and several pieces of jewelry have mysteriously disappeared.
But what if Erma Bombeck isn’t just a funny writer, a comedienne of the pen. What if Erma is the antidote to narcissism? What if we all need to be more like Erma Bombeck and less like the Kardashians? What if Mrs. Bombeck is the cure we’ve long been looking for?