Any of you who have read my work know I love writing in the first person singular. Why? Because I can get deeply...
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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...
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...
A Time of Peace
I've been thinking about prayer circles lately. They come in all flavors and colors. Some are built around discussion...
All About Kitties
After people complained about me exercising my Constitutional rights to freedom of speech when I posted the open...
Pizza Guys and Others
Years ago, I read an essay that appeared on NPR about being nice to the pizza guy. Given we are now in the season of...
An Open Letter To the President-Elect
I don't usually write political posts on this blog, because 1) I don't want to be castigated, 2) I don't want to...
Pulling Back
Lately, I've learned of several friends who are pulling back from things I love about them. Three are writers; two...
Vampire Bites
I want to write about vampires. We are surrounded by them. They are everywhere, draining our energy, demanding our...
Book Hoarding
Hi, my name is Betsy. Hi, Betsy. I am a book hoarder. I have books dating to my childhood. They're right next to my...
Thoughts on Buying Books
If you are not a writer or an aspirating writer, this post will likely bore you. It's about buying books for signing...