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.
My oldest child is going to college. How do I feel about it? Not sure. It appears I’m in denial about something. In this blog entry, I take it apart and look at what his leaving means to me.
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.
