BetsyG summarizes the week and shares about her son’s latest hospital tests.
Archive for February 2009
BetsyG figured out the key to her existence while pondering her left-leggedness during her run.
Divorce has gotten a bum rap because, if you think about it properly, it’s really marriage that’s the problem. There has to be something wrong with the institution that it fails so often.
Until this week, my short story, Scotch Hangover, had been read mostly by men, who were universally aggravated with the ending. The guys in my writing group didn’t think it was the wrong ending or that it needed revision; they just weren’t pleased with it. But this week, women read it, and the response has been different. […]
BetsyG shares a short story she wrote a few years back about that shows the perils of dialing–or e-mailing–while drunk.
BetsyG rambles about…um…well, if she knew, it wouldn’t have been rambling.
BetsyG relays a weird but true story, so weird it seems like it couldn’t really have happened.
BetsyG was ogled recently. Here she ponders whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
BetsyG mostly talks about The Pretenders concert, and is actually so tired she is writing with her eyes closed, now 75% asleep.
Guest columnist Ima Hurting tells about her “Brazilian adventure”–her quest to avoid bikini-line maintenance–in this brilliant humor essay.