BetsyG’s friend Ron tells a humorous story about the perils of a fading memory.
Folding laundry had an odd effect on me when I realized how little was left in the way of little-boy clothes. It was a marker of a life passage that I just hadn’t expected.
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.
