Bits of Betsy

April 2005

Well, I've finally updated my homepage. Its been sorely neglected over the past couple of years, as living life has taken up much of my free time, and I've let this fall by the wayside.

I so often encounter someone who has stumbled upon this page, and who is uplifted with the story of Paige's first years of life, as we came to learn that she would be born with Down Syndrome, and discovered that she would have other congenital birth defects. Its hard to believe she just turned 8 years old, and it would be an injustice to her not to continue the story for all that have become such a part of it.


In the process of updating, I have removed all of the broken and dead links, as well as a lot of the links to other pages...this will help eliminate anyone getting lost in cyberspace, and not finding their way back here. In doing this, my page has more journalistic in its essence; something I wanted it to be from the beginning.

Every page has been changed a bit, some of them removed completely, and some of them totally changed. I've added pages which share stories of Dakotah and Paige as they've grown over the last couple of years, as well as changing the page of my own writing to make it more current.

Most of the graphics that you will find on these pages I have created myself. The few graphics that I have taken from other sites have been credited appropriately.

Please take a moment to sign my guestbook, or to email me, and share your story with me. Indeed, all of us have a story to share, and its through this sharing that our humanity is created.


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Following is the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. The inspiration for this poem was taken from time that Frost spent in New Hampshire, close to where I grew up. It has become sort of a mantra for me, as my entire path in life is summed up in the words of this poem.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


I hope that our story will make a difference for you...