Day by day, my doggy is improving. Yesterday he started to show signs that he could shake himself out head to tail. Today he did so more convincingly and, when I leashed him, he didn’t snap at me or shy away; he came over readily but looked up at me with a lingering sadness. Later, […]
By BetsyG Confession: I’m an idiot. There’s a type of fictional character I don’t like and a behavior I see in friends that I have little patience for. It’s when a person keeps making the same mistake or fully understands a problem but willfully perpetuates it. Two highly regarded books come to mind: She’s Come […]
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 […]
This is part IV in the Wendy saga. This is the last in the series that starts with Scotch Hangover, followed by When She Knew, and finally Lunch. Interesting editorial point at the end. By BetsyG Three little angels, all dressed in white Tried to get to heaven on the end of a kite But […]
By BetsyG I have a few minutes while I wait for a co-worker to get online so I can get the information I need from him to do my next task, so I thought I’d write a quick note about a movie I saw last week. I understand most people don’t flock to theaters to […]
Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no Sex in the Suburbs post for today. I was sick over the weekend and lost two freakin’ days to this cold. If you read last Friday’s post, you know my son Alex was sick. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots on that one. I’m […]
Weird week. Somehow I have free time on a Thursday afternoon to write this, which doesn’t seem possible, but here I am. Crazy times. My father had surgery last Thursday—a pretty big surgery on his back/spine. I couldn’t tell you the name of it, but it had to do with disk compression, and they didn’t […]
BetsyG continues her pessimistic attitude about dating.
Running more than a little late with today’s post. Thought I would be able to get to it over my weekend away and just coudn’t. Hang in there! I’ll have something up by the end of the day.
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.
