My name is Betsy. I was born and raised in the small Los Angeles suburb where I still live. Nineteen years ago, I met a very cute boy in the youth group at church and told everyone with ears that I was going to marry him. Fourteen years later, I did. Our happily ever after now includes a dog and two kiddos: Bug and Babygirl.
I suffer from what my husband calls "Analysis Paralysis," making it nearly impossibly to package myself in a clear, concise, "About Me." I am a writer; a reader; a lover of Miller Lite, old fashioned murder mysteries, and Jesus. I act in commercials and run a theatre company. I am sister, a daughter, a friend, and a wife. But of all the hats I wear, motherhood is the one that fits the best. It is the most intuitive thing I've ever done, yet still manages to feel like an a unsolvable puzzle. It is my greatest passion and, easily, the most important thing I'll ever do. So no pressure at all I'm just learning it as I go.