Betty MartonWhat We Choose To CultivateWe have so many occasions to help us mark the passing of time, which is still impossible for me to grok (look it up). I also have a few…Jun 11, 2020Jun 11, 2020
Betty MartonScenes From a Corona LifeWith life demanding so much of us right now, there’s no need for me to reach to the past for a springboard into writing.Apr 9, 2020Apr 9, 2020
Betty MartonTurning 100: In MemoriumToday marks my father’s 100th birthday. He died 14 1/2 years ago, less than a year after his older brother who, except for the time they…Mar 13, 2020Mar 13, 2020
Betty MartonBikini DreamsWhen I was 45, I bought a bikini — a plum-colored number with small white stitching. It was certainly not my first — they were a staple of…Mar 10, 2020Mar 10, 2020
Betty MartonNew Mexico-Level ClarityA casual look at this photo reminds me of a fun trip to New Mexico in 2006. But when I explore a bit of how it came about, I realize that…Feb 28, 2020Feb 28, 2020
Betty MartonA Eulogy for My Mother: 45 Years LaterMy mother would probably cringe a bit over this photo with my older brother — the toothy smile, crow’s feet, the circa 1972 bathing cap…Jan 22, 2020Jan 22, 2020
Betty MartonMoving Into OpennessI ran into my daughter’s second grade teacher in the cheese department of the supermarket yesterday and, as we caught up, she pulled out…Jan 8, 2020Jan 8, 2020
Betty MartonLoving With AbundanceMy maternal grandmother, Pauline Haas Stern — Mimi to her grandchildren — was an only child and an orphan when she married into this…Dec 31, 2019Dec 31, 2019
Betty MartonMy Namesake, Perhaps.In 1972, I was an 18-year old student in France, reveling in being far from home and immersed in a new culture. After a few months, my…Dec 10, 2019Dec 10, 2019