Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I...
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Raising Ben
No one would say I'm a poet. I'm not, but occasionally I write something that goes beyond my standard doggerel. I'm...
Wait! You’re A Writer?
All of us who write get a series of questions, most of which are asked out of curiosity, a few out of envy, and even...
The Keepers of the Box
Every family has a keeper of the box. It's often the eldest child, or the only girl, or the one interested in...
World Building Or Worldview
Hi, my name is Betsy, and I suck at world building. I can no more create a mysterious land, populate it with rare and...
If Writing Is An Art,
then editing is a craft. For me, writing the initial draft of any work brings me a freedom to put anything, and I do...
Loving Our Bad Boys
Why is it that we fall in love with our bad boys? I don't mean in real life, although that was true once for me when I...
Getting Inside Your Character’s Heads
Any of you who have read my work know I love writing in the first person singular. Why? Because I can get deeply...
Thinking About Schools
Schools have been on my mind lately. Part nostalgia, part not. I clearly remember the first school I attended. I think...
Bright, Shiny Objects
I was going to call this post, "Bright Shiny Balls," but I thought some people might take offense. Or not, as the case...
Swim Lanes, or How To Keep Order in Your Writing
Nearly anyone who has worked as a consultant knows that projects are broken down into sections, with those sections...
Seasonal Haiku
It's time for something light. Days are getting longer, a minute or two each day. Tempers are getting shorter, because...