Uncategorized 30 Mar 2014 College Rejections: Did you Get in? “Where are you going to college?” I ask every high school senior I’ve ever met.More often than not, I get a shrug. I ask my son, “Where is Julian going… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 27 Mar 2014 What We Did Before Cell Phones My kids can’t believe that we got through life without cell phones. And sometimes I can’t either. As a rampant texter with a teenager’s mentality that drives me to connect… betsyvoreacos 1 Comment
Uncategorized 25 Mar 2014 Batting Lessons Yesterday with the temperature topping out in the mid-thirties, I spent two hours shivering on cold metal bleachers watching Leo’s baseball scrimmage. Yes, scrimmage. It wasn’t even a real game.… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 23 Mar 2014 The Sophie Surprise My favorite nephew, Harley, was a typical college sophomore at the University of Mississippi. He wore khaki pants, button-down shirts and Sperry’s just like a real southern boy. He studied… betsyvoreacos 1 Comment
Uncategorized 20 Mar 2014 I’m Sorry, Mom Of all the hopes we have for our children, there’s one that is universally unique to a mother. It has nothing to do with dreams of happiness, making a lot… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 18 Mar 2014 My Kind of Madness When I finally found the man I wanted to marry, I went on an all-out campaign to make it happen. I didn’t go so far as to change who I… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 16 Mar 2014 It Takes a Village When Barbara Ostroth, Realtor Extraordinaire, sold us our first little Cape Cod, she set us up with everything from painters to play groups. She told us about the school system… betsyvoreacos 4 Comments
Uncategorized 13 Mar 2014 Me, Worry? “Relax, Mom,” they say. “Nothing’s going to happen.”My kids don’t know how lucky they are. I work myself up into ridiculous tizzies over the silliest of things. When I’m shivering… betsyvoreacos No Comments
Uncategorized 11 Mar 2014 Family Dinner “Grandma, tell me the story again about that thing you used to do,” says the little tike tugging at my apron strings.I cringe. “Which story is that, Dear?” “The one… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 09 Mar 2014 Baby, You Can’t Drive My Car “Buying a used car is just buying someone else’s problems,” my father would repeat every two years when he’d trade in his Ford. He also believed that once a car… betsyvoreacos 4 Comments