About Bethe
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
I always think of the perfect retort--later. Sigh.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
Writers' websites, news sites, various blogs, my daughter's site, and of course, bookstores.
In bed I like to read:
I rarely read in bed. I read when I exercise or eat lunch.
My favorite story of all time is:
Sounder and A Raisin in the Sun both touched my soul.
Right now, I'm reading:
Good Grief by Lolly Winston (it's good)
My Favorite Stories
My Stories
- My pot of gold is rusty.
- Making out is fun to do.
- Go together like peanut butter, jelly.
- A good kisser--hard to beat.
- He still makes my palms sweat.
- Valentine's Day sucks when you're single.
- My first husband just underwhelmed me.
- Love feels like a cozy blanket.
- Love feels like a cozy blanket.
- Edwards makes Clinton look like saint.
- Hate filing; my piles prove it.
- Everyone has a dirty little secret.
- My second husband is a keeper.
- It all started with an affair.
- Those three little words? Try six.
- A handshake used to be enough.
- Honored. Two memoirs in new book.
- Mom was born three months' premature.
- Love reading sixes. Compelling, profound, addictive.
- Engineer marries writer: One complete brain.
- Ecstatic! Two of memoirs in book.
- Moms still bring home, fry bacon.
- Enjoy six-word memoirs with small spoon.
- Bad combo: Carpal tunnel, novel writing.
- Always get sick when doctor's off.
- Memoirs are like scintillating cocktail gossip.
- Never understood unconditional love; baby arrived.
- Unconditional love: Babies, moms, dads, grandparents.
- Procrastination abounds without strict deadlines.
- He rubbed Vicks on my feet.
- I'm in Smith's fourth book. Happy!
- Sixes: Like hearing scintillating party conversations.
- Make this the best year ever.
- Stop procrastinating. Just do it already!
- Really listen. Be available. Live well.
- Stop social networking addiction this year.
- Do what I know is right.
- Listen to my mother this year.
- Don't eat Christmas candy. Resolution's watching.
- Happy New Year! Now lose weight.
- Will this resolution be any different?
- Christmas frenzy. When does fun begin?
- Always think of perfect retort...later.
- Must condense my novel. Six words?
- My life was mine before Internet.
- Miss the cell-free, tweet-free days. You?
- Summer faves: Burgers, watermelon, tomatoes, corn.
- Summer's passing quickly. Sadly, always does.
- Fair is in town. Nostalgic fun.
- Corn dogs and tilt-a-whirls don't mix.
- Hunky school jock now a carney.
- My hair and humidity aren't compatible.
- Inmate by car wanting cash. Gulp.
- Approached by prison inmate for money.
- AARP member and got carded! Smile.
- Held step-grandson. Got carded same day.
- Facebook, Twitter: My new, shiny toys.
- Discovered social networking. Writing taking hit.
- Novelists: Faint of heart needn't apply.
- Social networking and writing don't mix.
- Sandwich generation? I'm the club sandwich.
- Born brunette. Turned gray. Now blonde!
- Imagine heaven with Elvis, now Michael!
- No one can mimic his moonwalk.
- Loved his white socks, gloved hand.
- Michael Jackson: Thanks for the memories!
- Farrah: Famous hair. Michael: Famous everything.
- Grown but still child-like. Gloved one.
- Farrah: Sad, expected. Michael: Complete shock.
- Extraordinary entertainer dies young. Michael's missed.
- Overachievers unite. Meeting tomorrow. Come tonight.
- Cleaned out fridge. Science experiment ensued.
- Life's amazing. Much better than imagined.
- It's better than I had planned.
- Now only speaking in six-word sentences.
- Divorce is hard. Never again.
- Sometimes wish I were kid again.
- Hemingway's six-word memoir offers compelling story.
- Sixes were good enough for Hemingway.
- He was amazing kisser but virginal.
- He was a virgin. Scared me.
- Marriage is a play. Who's directing?
- Deep breath. Write, edit. Then repeat.
- Got my marriage right this time.
- Always think of perfect retort later.
- Don't talk before my first cup.
- Distracted by blogs, tweets, email, sixes.
- Writers need a coffee IV. Seriously.
- Procrastination. A dirty word for writers.
- Hubby is chatty before morning coffee.
- His memory is like a sieve.
- Ponytails are a must during summer.
- Camping, hot tent, grilling. All good.
- Summer means pedicures, fake tans, sandals.
- Can't stand to go barefoot. Weird.
- Writer hunched over keyboard. Sunshine calling.
- Whatever happened to hide and seek?
- It's summer! Grill a burger. Relax.
- Summertime equals burgers, watermelon, fireflies, happiness.
- Summer days make adults kids again.
- Bikini season. Don't forget to shave.
- Bikini season. Don't forget to shave.
- Summertime's bright glow pulls me outdoors.
- Pain schmain. My baby's worth it.
- In labor. Did I shave legs?
- Labor means precious baby? No problem.
- Labor and delivery? Pain and suffering.
- I get manicures; my mother doesn't.
- My mother is practical. I'm not.
- Don't mess with single mothers. Seriously.
- Single mom for 16 years. Hard!
- My day job: Motherhood. Night, too.
- Call me when you get there.
- Single moms: Parent. Teacher. Disciplinarian. Taxi.
- Single moms are women on steroids.
- I inherited Mom's nosiness and nervousness.
- Children: A treasure trove of love.
- Family dinners are chaotic, sweet memories.
- Wish my mom would treat herself.
- Daughter makes EVERY day Mother's Day.
- My mom deserves to be spoiled.
- Moms should relax on Mother's Day.
- I never liked my mother's spaghetti.
- We wouldn't be here without moms.
- I wouldn't be here without Mom.
- Unconditional Love
- Every family tree has a nut.
- Occasional conflict, always love. Mom, me.
- Baby's first words, walking, talking. Amazing!
- In awe. My baby now grown.
- My daughter's first word. "Hi." Sweet.
- Diapers, breastfeeding, poo, crawling. No problem.
- Supermoms do everything without a cape!
- Eighth wonder of the world: Moms.
- Moms. The bedrock of every family.
- Becoming a mother is life-changing.
- I admit my mother was right.
- Moms love, laugh, cry. Love again.
- Most rewarding job in world? Motherhood.
- Hardest and lousiest paying job? Motherhood.
- Technology surpassing me. I'm my mother.
- Daughter is engaged. Next generation motherhood.
- Mommy by day; sexy siren nights.
- Moms will love you unconditionally. Really.
- I actually breastfed at the mall.
- After having baby, modesty is gone.
- Moms always eat the yucky piece.
- Six-word memoirs tell impressive, heart-tugging tales.
- Have OCD. Can't stop writing sixes.
- Six-word memoirs are charming and enchanting.
- Six little words tell big stories.
- Life in six words? Dream on.
- A Storybook Delivery
- Six well-placed words tell whole story.
- Six little words make big impressions.
- Moms do it in high heels.
- Greener than Martian with morning sickness.
- Greener than Martian with morning sickness.
- Morning sickness. Cravings. Contractions. Worth it.
- Spit up and poo, so delightful.
- Who knew we'd talk about poo?
- "A storybook delivery," said doctor. Right.
- Don't tell me it's false labor!
- Since I craved pizza, will baby?
- World's best blackberry cobbler? My mom's.
- My mom. Unselfish, kind, sweet, devoted.
- Moms do everything in high heels.
- Cravings: Pepperoni pizza, Mexican, then heartburn.
- It's Too Late
- Where Are My Toes?
- Morning Sickness and Hospital Smells
- Snoring Husband
- Love to write but editing sucks.
- Women get celluite. Men don't. Why?
- Menopause around corner. Is beard next?
- Mom's the glue holding family together.
- He left. Sparked my personal D-Day.
- His furniture. My furniture. Happy house.
- His furniture. My furniture. Happily nesting.
- Menopause. Nice knowing you, sex life.
- Perimenopause around corner. Bye, sex life.
- Cold-natured. Can't wait for hot flashes!
- For my next act: Birth child.
- Magicians pull rabbits. Moms give birth.
- A plethora of boyfriends after divorce.
- Six words. Highly addictive. Surpass Solitaire.
- I'm funnier on paper than life.
- I miss my 20-year old body.
- Life is very short. Live it!
- Fun in the sun. Hello, boat.
- Novel writers unite! Solitude gets tiresome.
- Summertime: Lemonade, watermelon, burgers, fireflies, barefoot.
- Fat nation. Burgers, fries, computers. Solved.
- Rear-ended twice. Car must have bullseye!
- Rear-ended. Side-ended. Does car have bullseye?
- He sounded great online but wasn't.
- We chatted and met. No thanks.
- We chatted and met. No thanks.
- He doesn't look like profile photo.
- We met online. Leave it there.
- Men should get cellulite. Don't care.
- Ballerina daughter. Toes really bled.
- Why are public restrooms so disgusting?
- Why do Harley riders wear leather?
- Why do hippies like tie-dye shirts?
- My novel is waiting. Bye, bye.
- Talented, beautiful and kind--my daughter.
- Sorry. I landed the best husband.
- Most handsome, hard-working man? My dad.
- Sweetest, most unselfish person? My mom.
- English and writing are my forte.
- Hated history but teacher was cute.
- I never liked history much either.
- Never liked those math word problems.
- I'm a Leo through and through.
- I miss real letters. Do you?
- What happened to writing real letters?
- My money is not your money.
- We're completely spoiled. Do you agree?
- Technology and gadgets drive me nuts.
- Too much technology drives me crazy.
- Dad's family arrived in covered wagon.
- Dad bought first car selling cucumbers.
- Dad bought first car with cucumbers.
- Republican? Democrat? Independent? Let's work together.
- Windowpeepers should be tarred and feathered.
- Man hanging in closet by necklace.
- Police found body in trunk. Whose?
- Rock and roll. Miss the seventies.
- Seventies music is still the best.
- My ex lost out. Big time.
- Divorced. Now sleeping with our china.
- Can't wait to be Grandma. When?
- My husband wears an apron, too.
- World's best pecan pie: My mom's.
- World's Greatest Blackberry Cobbler: My mom's.
- Sleepless night. Child with fever. Again.
- Mothers do it without a cape!
- Woman's body found. Husband looks suspicious.
- Hormone Replacement Therapy. Enter bearded lady.
- Starting perimenopause. Hello, superfluous facial hair.
- Hormone Replacement Therapy. Moustache is next.
- Teary when I read Hallmark cards.
- Tear up when I see soldiers.
- Flight paramedics save lives. Thanks, brother.
- We're so fat our insides jiggle.
- My bike: Jungle gym for spiders.
- Careful. A novel writer is listening.
- Novel writer. Watch what you say!
- Adultery is synonymous with jack ass.
- Writers write. Farmers farm. Cowboys cow?
- Writers write. Reporters report. Anchors anch?
- Six-word memoirs are fun, addictive, compelling.
- I am addicted to six-word memoirs!
- Philosophy and practicality do not mix.
- Laundry. Cook. Clean. Kisses make worthwhile.
- Moms worry about every little thing.
- Hope my marriage is like parents'.
- My parents. Poor once. Have everything.
- Would you be a wet nurse?
- My little brother. Dennis the Menace.
- I made my sister eat ants.
- Look like mother. Daughter like me.
- Writer waves wand. War with words.
- Watchful writers won't waste witty words.
- Writers write. Teachers teach. Engineers eng?
- Writers write. Bakers bake. Dentists dent?
- Writers write. Nurses nurse. Architects arch?
- Wise, wishful writers wallop wasteful words.
- Writers wrench, whittle, wad, wasteful words.
- Wry writers wince when words wilt.
- I hate drama. Am exposed daily.
- The eldest child sets the bar.
- Novel writing: A roller coaster ride.
- Writing a novel. Back, wrists hurt.
- Writing a novel. Taking arthritis medicine.
- Is forty better than twenty? Yep.
- Second husband gets me. First didn't.
- Faced divorce. Insurmountable mountain. Okay now.
- He left me for fat, ugly.
- Facing divorce. New home. New start.
- Writers weave words with wicked wisdom.
- Why do writers write? Love words.
- My characters aren't words. They're real.
- Eighth Wonder of the World: Mothers!
- Motherhood: Parent, teacher, disciplinarian, explorer, Superwoman.
- Faint of heart need not apply.
- Mothers do it without the cape!
- Motherhood: Faint of heart needn't apply.
- Kindergarten. Daughter clinging to my leg.
- Kindergarten. Daughter clinging to my leg.
- Bone tired? Child's kiss cures all.
- Moms are much stronger than Superman.
- I would die for my daughter.
- Motherhood means finding true love forever.
- Baby. Toddler. Gymnast. Dancer. Beautiful person.
- I live vicariously through my daughter.
- Natural childbirth. Needed drugs. Too late.
- Beautiful baby. Bratty teen. Best friend.
- Engineering husband. Writer wife. Complete brain.
- Love to write. Publish me, please!
- Sunny outside. Chained to my computer.
- Baby ballerina. Now a modern dancer.
- Babies, toddlers, then teens, oh my!
- Now I appreciate my own mother!
- Flat tummy. Pregnant belly. Perfect baby.
- Push, push! Precious baby; horrible hemorrhoids.
- My daughter is my greatest accomplishment.
- Baby's poop is a virtual rainbow!
- Honeymoon over. What was I thinking?
- Great in bed--lousy at life.
- Divorced. Now, sleeping with our china.
- Married me. Impregnated me. Left me.
- Marry me. Impregnate me. Divorce me.
- Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nothing published. Yet.
- Foreclosure. Our family farm is gone.
- Babies crying. Nervous parents. Grandparents smiling.
- Blended families are sweet and sour.


