Me

  • Memories of Beth

    The wedding wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be; in fact, I guess it wasn’t even bad at all. I was expecting a monster truck rally, but instead was treated to a lovely traditional Greek Orthodox ceremony. Still, I would have preferred a monster truck rally – more stories. My best friend,…

  • New Understandings

    Scott posed the following question to his readers about a month ago: That brings up my question, is there something someone said to you, or that you heard at some point, that opened up your eyes and made it possible for you to achieve a new understanding or to change some behavior that was holding…

  • Birthday Loot

    Loot Originally uploaded by Beth Doughty My grandmother was a firm believer that you didn’t go around bragging about your gifts. The kid next door might have only gotten handpainted rocks and a Chia Pet compared to your Solid Gold album featuring Dionne Warwick (well, not mine because that would make me VERY old and…

  • How Did You Two Meet?

    “How do you two know each other?” This can be an awkward question especially if you’re a geek or you’re me, a geek that is occasionally ashamed of being a geek. I met most of my friends the traditional way, through school (I still have friends from second grade, one was the guy that was…

  • Beware the Banshee

    I don’t believe in ghosts or leprechauns or fairy mounds. I’m a left-brained “everything under the sun can be explained if we have the proper tools and knowledge”. Ghosts can range from poor plumbing, old flooring, exposure to high EMF fields, and an overactive imagination. Their only use is to scare campers and movie-goers. My…

  • Save the Date (Unofficial Version)

    It’s creeping up on my birthday again and it’s a big one – one of those that end in a big fat 0. This birthday is going to be celebrated in two parts – the first part will be devoid of the big “to-do” – no one has to skate (unless they want to!) or…

  • Bowling for Trolls

    I’m a huge drama queen when it comes to my birthday. Everyone knows it and I freely admit it – since I acknowledge it, it makes my irrational behavior acceptable. See, I’m a Christmas baby. Yes, born on the actual day – 8:52 am – Mom thought it was food poisoning from something she ate…