Beth

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

I think every kid has a fantasy that they’re really adopted. They look into their family’s faces one day and find more resemblance to the neighbor’s cat. I know when I’d be particularly irritated at Mom, I’d question Dad “I’m really the milk woman’s daughter, aren’t I? I can take it; Dad I just need…

I’ll probably never be the poster girl for the feminist movement. I still use “his” or “he” in a sentence instead of “hers” or “theirs” or “its” – not that I mind those; it’s just my personal preference. And I shudder when I see combos like “his/hers” or someone tries to mix them all in:…

(Not the best picture – I didn’t think to bring something to wipe down the marker beforehand.) The marker reads:Overtures fade, stagelightsgrow dim without you.Per Aspera ad Astra (Which is the motto for NASA and loosely translates to: Through Hardships to the Stars – something my mother would appreciate.) I’ll some rambling reflections about Mom…

“Beth, have you ever seen a dead body?”I could wreck this person’s day with my tale.I am stoic.My face will not betray me.“No.” The clock has started.In a few hours she’ll be in the hospitalHoping to eat… hoping to sleep…“I’m cold”I get her a blanketWe wait The moment I live in begins now.I open the…

Have you ever had one of those days where it starts off by everyone in your home town trying to cut you off, run you down or simply prevent you from accessing the highway. It’s the kind of day that when you finally bring the car to its resting place underneath the tree, the place…

Well, now I’ve gone and done it. I was at one of my favorite sites poking the author’s favorite site list looking for inspiration when I found a guy talking about personal heroes. Although, I don’t think he phrased it quite that way. Still, the idea was to approach the person you want to emulate…

I love games, but I’ve never been a competitor; I’m more of a choke artist, but it doesn’t keep me from dreaming. My impersonation of anything athletic looks like something straight out of one of those “America’s Most Embarrassing…” or “America’s Klutziest…” as I lose my balance, watch softballs, volleyballs, kickballs land at my feet…