If Wishes Were Horses
If wishes were horses … I would have gotten that pony for Christmas one year. Or, years later, the shiny convertible with a giant red bow on top. “If wishes were […]
Author: Betsy
Eating Like a Bird
I earned a girl scout “birding badge” eons ago. I was a short-termer when it came to scouts, lured away by rock ‘n roll. Now, names flash through my mind, not necessarily […]
Going to the Dark Side
This morning I’m enjoying the extra hour of sleep, but tonight I’ll be hating the early onset of darkness. I’m an unequivocal SAD (seasonal affective disorder) person. I chalk it […]
Nobody Talks About Talking
No one really talks about talking. I mean the talking that happens with a therapist. If we did, the stigma might drop away. People who are skittish with the idea might […]
Monkey on My Back
It all started when I observed a friend poking at the screen of her smart phone. “Angry birds,” she said. Curious, I did what parents do: asked my daughter about it. […]
Room Enough for Me
I read Virginia Woolf”s A Room of One’s Own years ago on a flight to San Francisco. I’m a fiercely fast writer and a seriously slow reader, so the slender […]