Author Archives: Betsy
Brought To You By M
The house smells like meatloaf. This morning I had a migraine. Yesterday, I celebrated being a mother. And there’s more. Mmmmm. If you’ve ever heard Johnny Mercer/Henry Mancini’s Moon River sung just right, you know that the spoken M wraps itself around … Continue reading
Rembembering this Moment
The New England winter that never was has erupted into spring. We’re not talking about a shy ingenue entry. The trees look like a heavy-handed stylist showered them in red buds, then delicate new leaves. Daffodils shot out of the ground, grinned … Continue reading
Magical Thinking: A Good Thing
An article in the New York Times this week, “In Defense of Superstition” by Matthew Huttson, concluded that there is no downside to magical thinking. To that I say, “Well heck, yeah!” The timing couldn’t have been better. Here we are … Continue reading
Give Me Bread and Bodhrans
Forget corned beef and “Danny Boy.” For me it’s brown bread and bodhrans. The first time I heard a bodhran (pronounced bow, like cow, run), I was a young teenager. My Aunt Mary had brought me to a Chieftans’ concert. I didn’t know what … Continue reading
Mini Me, Maybe
Americans have a love affair with their cars and I’m no exception. My relationships are long-lasting and satisfying. I celebrate anniversaries and milestones, like hitting 100,000 miles, with appropriate gifts: a complete detailing, a celebratory drive across a soaring bridge. … Continue reading
How Low Can You Go?
I was playing around with Pinterest this week when I got a virtual wake-up slap. For those who’ve not tried it, Pinterest is one of the newer social media sites. You can collect, define and connect based on “pins.” Picture … Continue reading
Driven to Attraction
I’ve not driven off the road yet but the advent of smart phones has meant that I often find myself trying to click, shift, stay in my lane and not annoy the heck out of the driver behind me. I … Continue reading
Stroke of Luck
I experienced a stroke of luck recently. And by stroke, I do mean an attack on my brain. By luck–my experience was a .5 on a scale to 10. The impact was negligible. I recovered totally, quickly. Knowing it happened is … Continue reading
Losing Lovely Linda
Anybody would fall in love with Linda. She had a smile as sweet as sunshine, masses of curling red hair and the quiet confidence of an artist. I had my first little-girl crush on my cousin Linda. She was actually … Continue reading
