Since this is never going to get published and it’s the best thing I’ve ever written, thought it was time to share it. It pays homage to Jonathan Franzen’s My Father’s Brain. By BetsyG As I write this, my anole lays dying in the warmth of the sun, which beats down through the open top […]
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.
