Dorothy Rosby is an author, speaker and syndicated humor columnist whose work appears in publications throughout the West and Midwest. You can see the list on the editor’s page. If your local newspaper doesn’t run her column and you think (as we do) that it should, pass her name on to them.
Also, she’d love to hear from you if you enjoy her blog—not so much if you don’t. Kidding! (Sort of.)
Copyright © 2024. Dorothy Rosby. All Rights Reserved.
“It was my experience as a humorous speaker that led me to begin writing humor almost thirty years ago. I won several humorous speaking competitions in Toastmasters, an international organization where members practice their speaking skills in local clubs. And in 1996, I reformatted some of my speeches and submitted them to my local newspaper. The editor agreed to take me on as a humor columnist. Eventually I began marketing to other newspapers and my column now runs in small community newspapers throughout the West and Midwest. I also write a humor column for Black Hills Lifestyle magazine and occasionally record essays for South Dakota Public Radio. You can listen by hitting the audio button below.
My column has received awards from both the National Federation of Press Women’s (NFPW) and the National Society of Newspaper Columnist's. And in 2022, I was the global winner in the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition for humor writing.”
~
The road to hell is paved with hyperlinks.
~
I love mornings. I just like them to start at a reasonable hour.
~
Children grow up and their mothers grow old. This is no coincidence.
~
Oh, to be as thin as we were back when we first started thinking we were fat.
~
I am not opinionated; I’m right.
~
I worry; therefore I am.
~
I find that old saying, “the good die young,” to be a bit of a disincentive.
~
Never go to sleep angry. Always keep your partner awake until they admit they’re wrong.
~
Too many cooks really do spoil the broth. If you have too many, would you send one to my house?
~
I was raised in the Midwest where we never raise our voices at anyone except the people we love the most.
~
~ The road to hell is paved with hyperlinks. ~ I love mornings. I just like them to start at a reasonable hour. ~ Children grow up and their mothers grow old. This is no coincidence. ~ Oh, to be as thin as we were back when we first started thinking we were fat. ~ I am not opinionated; I’m right. ~ I worry; therefore I am. ~ I find that old saying, “the good die young,” to be a bit of a disincentive. ~ Never go to sleep angry. Always keep your partner awake until they admit they’re wrong. ~ Too many cooks really do spoil the broth. If you have too many, would you send one to my house? ~ I was raised in the Midwest where we never raise our voices at anyone except the people we love the most. ~
Now available!
1st place winner 2023 National Federation of Press Women’s Communications Contest, Nonfiction Book for Adult Readers, Humor category.
Christmas comes but once a year; chaos never ends! Happy Halloween, merry Christmas and joyful Lumpy Rug Day. We didn’t make that up. Lumpy Rug Day is celebrated every May 3, though “celebrated” might be too strong a word.
It’s the American way to create a celebration for everything, then turn it into a chore or worse, a nightmare. ’Tis the Season to Feel Inadequate is a collection of humorous essays about holidays, special occasions and other times our celebrations make us feel not-so-celebratory. It’s understanding for those who think Christmas form letters can be honest—or they can be interesting. And it’s empathy for anyone who’s ever gotten poison ivy during Nude Recreation Week or eaten all their Halloween candy and had to hand out instant oatmeal packets to their trick-or-treaters. Available on Amazon or wherever books are sold. For bulk purchases or personally signed books, contact the author directly.
Nostalgia is just the sense that everything was better if it happened so long ago you can’t remember it accurately.
Augustana Library Associates presents - Dorothy Rosby
There are two things that make me feel like a boring person: writing a Christmas letter and reading everyone else’s.