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Dust Must Plus


I’ve come up with a new rule of life: If you can see the dust, you should endeavor to remove the dust. This is why I now dust in the dark.

So get this: There’s this light cover for the ceiling fan that came with the house. It’s yellow/orange with three brown streaks. Very rustic looking. Kind of cool. However, it blocks so much of the light from the bulb that we just leave the cover off and let the bulb be exposed.

In my crazy cleaning/dusting kick, I decided to dust out the inside of the light cover that’s just been sitting above the tv. When I did, I noticed it was kind of … greasy? So I got a wet soapy rag and cleaned it out. Turns out the yellow/orange/brown was NOT this fixture’s original color. Read the rest of this entry

Not exactly a glass-half-full kind of kid


My husband missed dinner because a work meeting ran long. As I was serving our youngest her food she said, “It feels like Dad died.”

“That’s a sad thing to say!”

She looked down, thought about it for a while, and then changed her statement to Read the rest of this entry

It’s a zoo in here!


My kitchen is no longer safe. Wild animals have taken it over. I guess this is what happens when Mommy sleeps in. The children have a field day. And no doubt had a wonderful time. They certainly enjoyed me finding all the animals. Here are several of the places I found them. Read the rest of this entry

Happy Easter, hamster!


My two redheaded daughters made cards for our hamster, Rapunzel–so named because she’s a Syrian long-hair. She’s so fluffy I’ve had to cut out bedding that got tangled in her hair.

One card said “Happy Easter” with a picture of foods she likes to eat such as carrots, broccoli, clover flowers, yogurt treats, and hamster pellets. Inside my daughter wrote, Read the rest of this entry

Now this is just pathetic.


I dreamed that I was picking up crayons, beads, and books from the back of my girls’ closet. Then I was checking the sizes on the dresses they had hanging up to see if they were too small and could be put away.

This is what I was dreaming about, people!

For reals. In my subconscious playground, instead of Read the rest of this entry

And now for something a little different…


I’m a big fan of novelists because without them we’d just be reading news all the time, or nonfiction books like 101 Tips for a Happier Marriage. How boring would that be? Sure, we’d be better informed and more happily married, but at what cost?

To that end, I’ve decided to interview an author I’m a big fan of, Harry Heckel. Harry has graciously consented to be my guinea pig with this whole interview experiment. He’s written some very funny, entertaining books that I’ve enjoyed and the rest of the world needs to know about!

So, without further ado, I present Harry Heckel:

Harry Heckel

Harry Heckel at the 2014 New York Comic Con where he did a panel on fairy tales and a book signing.

Me: Hi, Harry. Thank you for agreeing to do this.

HH: My pleasure, Betsy. Any fan of mine is a fan of mine.

(Just kidding, I, Betsy, wrote that part. I did warn you that HH is my guinea pig.)

But for reals this time: What made you decide to become a writer?

HH: I’ve wanted to write for a long time. When I was a child I’d make up histories and names for my toys and I read voraciously. I wanted to create books of my own to inspire and entertain others. If I can make one person’s day brighter or spark one person’s imagination, I’ve done some good.

Me: What an excellent answer. I wish I’d made that one up for you, too. Your most recent book, A Fairy-tale Ending, was published under a pen name (Jack Heckel) and you co-authored it. What was that like? I’m just going to pretend that I have no experience with this. And I certainly won’t mention that my second co-authored book with Dr. Morse, 101 Tips for Marrying the Right Person, comes out this fall. This is your interview, after all. Read the rest of this entry

And the wittiness just keeps coming


The ten-year-old child, of punctual wit fame, dropped a couple more greats.

After spending hours working on a story for her composition class, she said to me, “Mom, do you know why I don’t have a tail anymore?”

The best response in these situations, I’ve learned, is to not say anything beyond simply, “Why?” Read the rest of this entry