Thanks
BetsyG makes kreplach and talks about what she is thankful for on Thanksgiving.
BetsyG makes kreplach and talks about what she is thankful for on Thanksgiving.
BetsyG reflects on why she likes reunions so well after attending a party with former co-workers.
In California, they voted down gay marriage. It’s a big problem when people define marriage as only between a man and woman. I have a solution that provides marital rights to homosexuals without being discriminatory, while satisfying for those who believe in traditional marriage.
Finally, no politics, except to say that the word from abroad is thumbs up. I have a couple of pen pals in Europe and they seem pleased with the affable, intelligent man we’ve elected president. I also have optimism about his character and what that alone will do for our country.
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Here’s an update on my son Matthew’s medical condition.
Derrick Jackson of the Boston Globe published a great column today that shows who’s for the wealthy and who’s for the middle class in this election. If for no other reason, read it for the Elmer Fudd analogy.
BetsyG couldn’t bring herself to support Obama after Hillary lost. Would she vote for McCain, a Republican? Read about how she made her decision.
BetsyG rambles about writing for her blog, the Red Sox apparent loss to Tampa Bay, and her 10-year-old’s sudden turn to adolescence.
On Wednesday, I wrote my woeful piece on the anxiety surrounding my son’s echocardiogram. In fact I am very blessed to have many wonderful friends who are with me when I need them. The support of my friends it has really bolstered me.
Mr. S broke up with BetsyG, blindsiding her. Here she reflects on what failed.

BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.