When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
Janet Reid’s got a great contest running on her fantastic blog and the winner gets, yes you guessed it, a copy of the revised and updated FOREST FOR THE TREES. You can’t win if you don’t play. Have a great weekend, Betsy
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I already have a copy, but then, Christmas is coming! 🙂
Paris, Loathing, Kids, Cullen, Temple: they are all words that can be found on dust jackets of books that would not exist except for Betsy. Except for Paris. I think that’s just a city in France.