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Remembering Betty

Remembering Betty

In honor of her 95th birthday, we wrote about how Betty changed our lives. Browse the links below to read the full post. Everything Was Better With Betty “Slowly, I began to see myself as Betty saw me. .”by Carlin Ross Read Carlin's Post Pleasure at...
Betty

Betty

Betty, oohh Betty, sexy generous and cool Betty. That goddess introduced me to a community, to Carlin, to love and respect, to generosity and security. She taught me that time is important and it’s not. She taught me how to become an abstract body that is no...
Thanks to Betty

Thanks to Betty

“But is this grand enough for you, Betty?” I asked aloud to the small bottle of her ashes that sits next to me as I write. “Please help me be succinct without diminishing you but also not put you so high upon a pedestal that you become distorted. And help me write an...