Articles written by: Betsy Archer

Betsy Fife Archer is a writer, artist, mother and soon-to-be personal trainer living in Asheville, NC.  She spends much of her days wiping her son's butt or face and letting go of the idea that her house will ever really be clean again.  In her spare time (of which there is little), she makes things, takes pictures and studies big words like gastrocnemius and sternocleidomastoid.  She is particularly proud that her son does not pick his nose in public and that he says please and thank you.  She enjoys being in the woods with her boy looking for fungus and an occasional beer to encourage the all-elusive sleep.  Betsy blogs at Turkey Baster and a Bottle of Wine.

Learning to Love
Family / Parenting

Learning to Love

When the twins came five weeks early, I didn’t have time to think about how I felt about them.

Trying to Conceive and Resiliency
Family / Family-building

Trying to Conceive and Resiliency

Trying to conceive is a lot like falling backwards down a set of stairs. Some people are able to stop themselves right after they begin falling, some in the middle of the flight and some free fall.

© Betsy Archer Photography
Family / Family-building

The Slightest of Breezes

Today was a beautiful day in Western North Carolina. The sun was shining high in the sky, about 70 degrees. The daffodils are already in bloom. The robins are foraging in my yard. I took note of the slight breeze as I walked into my lawyer’s office to discuss suing my wife.

PHOTO CREDIT: BETSY ARCHER
Family / Family-building

Finding Mr. Right: Part 2

Picking up where we left off after Finding Mr. Right: Part 1. “Ooooo…How about this one?” S pointed to someone who sounded like a Greek god. I pictured him sitting on a beach somewhere lathered in olive oil, his massive pecs alternating rhythmic contractions. “Not a chance.” At this point, […]

Finding Mr. Right Part 1
Family / Family-building

Finding Mr. Right Part 1

When I was in middle school, I named my future children: Samantha and Alexandra. Sam and Alex for short. They would be soccer players and would have long brown hair like me. They would have my nose and my husband’s eyes. His name would be Jeff, and he would stay […]