The BetsyG-Spot

I write about my past relationships with men. How can I do that without worrying about hurting them? And what kind of silly man would date me, a writer?

Here’s an update on my son Matthew’s medical condition.

McCain’s latest campaign stump continues to stir up fear in his constituents. It’s dangerous, and a disgrace to McCain. Here’s my take on it.

I’ve written a post on my experience with Wellbutrin but was afraid to post it. Where’s the win? What could I lose? In this post, I reflect on the possible ramifications of talking about my depression.

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.

BetsyG summarizes her view of musicals in general and In The Heights specifically. Not your average review.

My son is having an echocardiogram this week and I am feeling anxious. Sometimes it’s harder than others to be a mom of a child with a chronic illness. This week is one of those times.

BetsyG gets a strange postcard.

This is one of those weird things that just makes shivers go up your spine when you hear about it. It’s true. I promise.

I’m profoundly sad that David Foster Wallace commited suicide. In this article, I reflect on my experience reading his work and ponder the unanswerable “whys.”