Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Category Archives: Writing and Stories I Tell
This one always makes me laugh. At myself. And at the funny person who thought of it. (Wish it was me.) Hello, friends. Where did we leave off? On review it appears we were snapping visa pictures on the front … Continue reading
Since July of 2010 I’ve posted on this blog 614 times. I started for three reasons–as a place to share more about our transitory, hop-around lives with those that know us, as a creative outlet, and to work on writing … Continue reading
Like I remember learning to read, I can actually remember the moment when I first realized the power of the pencil in my chubby fist. That pencil combined with the new knowledge in my mind meant I could create a … Continue reading
I feel that just knowing Alex’s mother and father has added much beauty to my life. It was really they that started me on orchids. The living room in the home where Alex grew up is two stories in height. … Continue reading
It was early evening, late July, 2002. A red-and-gold restaurant in Wuhan, China. The tables were like giant cheerios around big iron pots of boiling, spicy broth. The idea was, you load your blue plastic plate with various raw members … Continue reading
My parents were with us for two lovely weeks. It was a huge event in our household–bigger than birthdays, bigger than Christmas. We took them all over Oxford, to Blenheim Palace and Windsor Castle, to London for one day and … Continue reading
A few times I’ve done a writing exercise called “Five Minute Friday” over at the Gypsy Mama. You take the prompt, write for five and link it up. Today again I happened to see the prompt . . . “Relevant” … Continue reading
By four years old I’d already realized that the words on the pages of books were written by particular people. And I had resolved to be one of them. ‘Resolved’ may be too strong a word. Hoped is better. I … Continue reading
I was three or four months pregnant with Harriet and starting to feel like I could look at and even touch food as long as no one expected me to eat much of it. When we just had baby Norah … Continue reading