Betsy Ashton

‘Twas the Night Before Deadline

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set up on the table with care, In hopes that the words soon would appear.   The images were nestled...
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An Open Letter To Charlie Rose

I was going to skip this week to focus on getting ready for the holidays, but I can't without writing this letter. Dear Charlie Rose, You let me down. There's no easy way to say it. You let me down. You filled in a news void with solid reporting, the ability to...
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#MeToo

I hadn't planned to write about the #MeToo movement. Some of my readers might think it too political for all the places this blog posts. The more I think about what is happening, the more I know I can't remain silent. #MeToo started with a few women speaking up about...
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He Sat Alone

Those who are regulars on this blog have read this essay before. I run it every Veteran's Day to remind me of what our service men and women do and what ghosts they bring home. I hope you enjoy the rerun. Dedicated to the management and staff at Applebee’s, Bedford,...
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Kid Numbers

Nov 30, 2015 |

I don't know about you, but I fatigued by the continually reiteration of kid numbers. You remember kid numbers. "There...

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He Sat Alone

Nov 9, 2015 |

I run this post every year to honor our veterans. For those of you who've already read it, thanks for your patience....

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