Betsy has been blogging for a seeming century-- ever since she retired from her career as a professional snowboarder and found herself stranded in a remote living room in Vermont with a baby on her breast. She still doesn't get the point of blogging. When she got tired of writing about her experiences of motherhood in Vermont, she and her Brit husband and two daughters moved to Burgundy and she blogged about motherhood in France. Now that she's back, she finds she's a more relaxed mother in redneck English than she was in broken French. She's a crap housewife in both languages. Her latest challenge involves getting her husband back into the country after a bitchy immigration official stole his green card at the U.S. embassy in Paris. Betsy writes for BabyCenter's Momformation blog and occasionally musters up random, angst-driven posts on her personal blog, Numbmum. She prefers that her friends don't read her blog because otherwise she has nothing to talk to them about.
Pregnant with my second child and determined to take control of something, I popped into Jiffy Lube for an oil change. My serviceman was a woman named Ali. She looked fabulous in a blue jump suit ... Read more
I am a far better mother, certain times a year, when on Prozac. (Excuse me, I’ve just got to go get another handful of Cadbury Mini eggs.) I’m not a regular, long-time anti-depressant user. No. ... Read more
It seems like a dream. We moved to France. My children learned to speak French. We came home and, slowly but surely, the French was forgotten. And no one cares, but me. Just two winters ago, my ... Read more
My kids are six and ten and I still can’t stand to close their bedroom doors at night. Just like when they were babies, I often wake in the night sure that one or both of them might be in ... Read more
As a child, I wandered like a Zen master from place to place, meal to meal, carelessly leaving crumbs, dirty dishes and peeled-off socks or mittens trailing behind me. My mom, apparently, quietly ... Read more