The Beginning of the End?
BetsyG gets a strange postcard.
BetsyG gets a strange postcard.
My parents got engaged after six weeks, and they’ve been married for over 50 years. Is six weeks—or less—a long enough courtship to lead into a successful marriage? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Hear BetsyG’s thoughts on the subject.
BetsyG’s new furniture got delivered, and then she figured she needed even more! More relationship truisms here as well.
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.
What’s the secret to happy love life, sex life, or marriage? BetsyG seems to know it all, and offers up a list of her “truisms” on the subjects.
BetsyG thought she was out of things to write about, but it turns out she had plenty to say about Mike, a birthday present, and a dilemma. What do you think I should have done?
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.”
BetsyG’s friend Jackie made the classic mistake of thinking she had something going with a guy she knew electronically. How do you avoid the perils of e-mail relationships? BetsyG explains in this essay.
BetsyG talks about snapping turtles and Sarah Palin. No, the two topics are not related.
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.
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.
Chris's wonderful photography