Elizabeth Cowan

Author and Humor Columnist

Liz Cowan

Suspense, Mysteries and Romance



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Elizabeth Cowan

Author of Humor Books and Humor Columnist


  • The Television Critic - Do you watch television on the couch warm and cozy under a throw or blanket? Or, are you curled up in your chair half asleep? In either case, do you pay attention enough to periodically leap out of your comfortable spot and yell, “That’s not logical”? This writer has a confession to make. She watches […]
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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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From the Blog


Holiday Romance Movies

To some, television is a waste of time. For others, it is a way to escape from reality. But even for romantics, Christmas Romance Movies can be puzzling if not taken with a spoonful of salt. On occasion, this writer binge-watches defunct television series. Otherwise,...

A Tale of Christmas Trees

There was a time when people decorated real trees for Christmas. For illumination, people clipped candles onto the tree branches and lit them. As the trees dried out, they became flammable. Our tree burned when this writer was around four years old. The parents ran a...