I’m jacked up on Benadryl tonight. What about you?
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ENdless Rain Into a Papercup
Posted on January 12, 2017 by betsylerner
Bridge Ladies
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.
Betsy Lerner 
I’m pumped about my agent’s feedback on that blasted outline. “Excellent.”
*Queue the angel choir*
I hate Benadryl. It has the opposite effect and makes me feel like a slug.
I had a bad tab of fukitol yesterday. Couldn’t get out of my own way. But the optimism of a gray morning has got me resolute again.
I have a pro-choice OpEd in the Kentucky paper, and I’m up at 4 am reading the comments. Which is really really stupid.
Vanilla bean, crushed cookies and into editing a five year old manuscript. Like Ted said, “…and the dream will never die.”
Hey Donna, I am a slug.
Baked potato slathered in butter & sour cream, w/cheddar & sunflower kernals; small portion of cooked fowl w/kale; water w/vitamins & supplements; chagrin, dismay, fear, anger, pain & persistent sense of pointlessness.