Elizabeth Cowan

Author and Humor Columnist

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Liz Cowan

Suspense, Mysteries and Romance

 

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Elizabeth Cowan

Author of Humor Books and Humor Columnist

 

  • Revenge - Let’s be frank. Human beings are a vengeful lot. They are emotional and strike back in the heat of the moment. Few have learned that “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” Whether we admit it or not, each of us possesses both a light and dark side. But in most cases, one or the […]
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About Elizabeth Cowan

 

My general philosophy of life:

Humor and a strong faith are the keys to happiness and survival. Humor — permeates every part of my life. I view everything and everybody through the prism of humor. Sometimes my observations are offensive to prissy folks, but that is their problem, not mine. I’m a shoot-from-the-lip type: I call ‘em as I see ‘em gal. I thrive on being politically incorrect. Never mean, just creatively me. When I was a child, my brand of humor got me in lots of trouble. Oddly enough, what’s funny to a child is not necessarily funny to parents or teachers. I am a wife, a mother, a grandmother, an author and columnist. I have worked in: libraries; the corporate world; led a successful sales team; acted in community theater; did a little television and film work; been a radio disk jockey; and was a high school English teacher for a very short time.

I truly believe God must have a tremendous sense of humor.

Why else would he create men and women?

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Revenge

Revenge

Let’s be frank. Human beings are a vengeful lot. They are emotional and strike back in the heat of the moment. Few have learned that “Revenge is a dish best served cold.” Whether we admit it or not, each of us possesses both a light and dark side. But in most cases,...
Flower or Weed?

Flower or Weed?

Although it is only the beginning of May, the rising temperatures are a portent of changes to come. Before long, spring will be unceremoniously ushered out the door to make room for summer and its hellish heat. To Ralph Waldo Emerson a weed was “A plant whose...