The Playground
Why do we connect with some people and not others? BetsyG reflects on her recent reconnections to try to understand what makes a friend.
Why do we connect with some people and not others? BetsyG reflects on her recent reconnections to try to understand what makes a friend.
BetsyG’s experiences with reconnecting are getting weirder by the day, courtesy of Facebook. But what’s really weird is this picture of BetsyG from 9th grade.
Dating advice columnist Mark Evan Katz tells women “Don’t do anything” when it comes to dating. Women really get that one wrong. I sure do, and so do my friends. I’ve learned my lesson.
BetsyG had found some old friends, and it feels really good to reconnect, with the help of LinkedIn, Facebook, and social networking. In fact, it’s downright moving.
BetsyG makes kreplach and talks about what she is thankful for on Thanksgiving.
Here’s a list of ways in which I delude myself in all phases of a relationship. Readers are invited to share their delusions.
BetsyG reflects on why she likes reunions so well after attending a party with former co-workers.
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.
Chris and I had been friends since college. When he asked me recently to help him hang his photography exhibit, I thought it would be drudgery. But it turned out to be a stimulating and positive experience, and also stimulated me to write this piece that gives a glimpse into our friendship.
When Lawrence, traveling with two women, found himself odd man out, he ventured on his own. Then he met Marc, who offered him friendship…and, to Lawrence’s surprise, much more.

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.