Uncategorized 29 Jun 2014 Separate But Equal Vacations “You are so lucky!” groused one girlfriend who shall remain nameless to protect her ruthless husband. “John / Tim / Roger (fill in your choice of name) would never let… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 24 Jun 2014 Pomp, circumstance and m&m’s “Are you all excited for Leo’s graduation?” my friends Ann and Gail asked me today at lunch. And in typical Betsy fashion I answered in a typically unconventional way. I… betsyvoreacos 1 Comment
Uncategorized 22 Jun 2014 Peace Out, Patrick “You ready for this, girlfriend?” I asked Mary Jo as she stood in the back of the cavernous church, graciously greeting and hugging hundreds of guests. “Don’t you worry, Doll,”… betsyvoreacos 2 Comments
Uncategorized 18 Jun 2014 Ian Graduates with Honor Everyone loves Ian. After all, what’s not to like? He’s friendly and funny and fearless. He does things his way, which is not always his mother’s way, but somehow he… betsyvoreacos 1 Comment
Uncategorized 15 Jun 2014 Father Knows Best There I was, propped in my hospital bed, counting flower deliveries as they overflowed the windowsill, wallowing in my perfect pregnancy gone bad as it culminated in the dreaded C-section.… betsyvoreacos 3 Comments
Uncategorized 12 Jun 2014 Yahoo! Molly’s Going to Bonnaroo! Back in March when my daughter declared she was going to Bonnaroo, I told her she should. After all, you’re only 22 once. I didn’t think about it again.While she… betsyvoreacos 3 Comments
Uncategorized 10 Jun 2014 The 12 Percent I was one of the 99 percent. My kids, on the other hand, were the 12 percent.I’m not talking about money, though one might argue the meaning of rich. I… betsyvoreacos 1 Comment
Uncategorized 05 Jun 2014 Public Displays of Praise “Saw Leo got a big trophy – never seen him so happy in my life,” my sister Emily e-mailed me the other day.“Where did you see that?” I wondered, knowing… betsyvoreacos 3 Comments
Uncategorized 01 Jun 2014 Eighteen I'm in the middle without any plansI'm a boy and I'm a man... I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want...I'm eighteen and I like it.-alice cooperMy youngest child… betsyvoreacos No Comments