As a writer, I'm often asked where do I find my ideas? How do I get started? I start with two words: What if. I find...

As a writer, I'm often asked where do I find my ideas? How do I get started? I start with two words: What if. I find...
Hi, my name is Betsy, and I suck at world building. I can no more create a mysterious land, populate it with rare and...
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...
You all know I'm going through rehab to strengthen the wrist I broke on April 25. It's getting better. I have enough...
A few years back, James Ryan gave a commencement speech at Harvard's College of Education where he advised graduates...
Most of you who know me or who have been following me know I'm independent and stubborn. That's a double...
I was going to write a lengthy post about writers and our inquisitive minds. And then I broke my right wrist. I am...
At dinner the other night, several friends bemoaned how their grandkids don't tinker. They don't take their toys...
When did oil become a cult substance? I mean, when did we suddenly need a gazillion oils in order to cook anything? I...
That's the adjective that defines me right about now. As usual, I have too much on my plate, too little of me to get...
The scene is set for an interesting eavesdropping opportunity. One woman sits alone in a coffee shop, her latte beside...
Every year on February 15, I run this poem somewhere. It might be on FB, on Wattpad, here on my blog. Why? Because on...