From Pittsburg to Peterborough (Peeta-burah), Becky is out and about telling and gathering stories with a strong dose of good old-fashioned yankee humor (humah). She loves to laugh and to get others laughing, too.
Note: Becky will neither confirm nor deny rumors that the susceptible sometimes laugh so hard they pee their pants and/or fall off their chairs.
The stories sometimes find their way into books (she’s published ten so far). If you can’t make it to one of her performances, you can snuggle up with Headin’ for the Rhubarb: A New Hampshire Dictionary (well, kinda), or The Iciest, Diciest, Scariest Sled Ride Ever!
If you love to laugh and have a soft spot in your heart (haht) for this rocky old place we call New England, check out her schedule. She’s coming soon to a library, town hall, theater or book store nearby.
Check out her books. Maybe you want to book her to tell stories to your school or club or senior center or at Aunt Mehitabel’s (pronounced the way it’s spelled) 90th birthday party (she’s available!).
Oh, and thanks for visiting this web site. Ain’t it a cawkah?
Meantime: Whatever you do, make it a good story.
No thank you. I’ve got enough crazy on my plate already. — Rule’s Rules