Live and Learn. Or Not.
I finally met someone I really liked. But he was a little too fresh out of his marriage for my taste. I should really learn to start listening to that little voice that says, “Company, retreat!”
I finally met someone I really liked. But he was a little too fresh out of his marriage for my taste. I should really learn to start listening to that little voice that says, “Company, retreat!”
A reader found that BetsyG’s essay, Once Bitten, really struck a nerve. Madame G from Paris shares her story of a relationship gone wrong and the heartache that ensued.
Almost everything I write starts off as crap. But through an iterative process of whittling away at the piece, it usually ends up where I wanted it to be. In this piece, I use some examples of the first draft of one of my other published essays to show how well revision works.
Everyone was scratching their heads when they found out I was dating Dale. Why did I ask him out when he was clearly not my type? Read this essay to find out…
Matt Damon popularized Freud’s line about psychotherapy being wasted on the Irish in The Departed. In this piece, I take a closer look at The Departed, then fall down a writing rabbit hole and talk about Boston movies and good and bad accents.
After my first week as a blogaziner (there’s a mouthful), I reflect on the lessons learned and the successes. Overall, it was a pretty good week. I also write about my feelings about how we will recognize my aunt’s passing and the strange Jewish urges that are taking hold of me.
Where, oh where, has my little butt gone? Is it inevitable that a woman’s butt has to fall? I think it’s happened to me. Check out the video…what do you think?
If you’ve ever had your heart broken, you know it’s not easy to put your heart out there again. This essay is about BetsyG’s experience with heartbreak and the fear with which she faced the next potential love.
Strange things turn a person on. This is a story about one of those strange things.
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.