“There’s a joke about a grandmother who mistakes “LOL” for “lots of love” and comments “LOL” on tragic social media posts. Robert Long Foreman isn’t that grandmother—yet—but he makes me LOL with his keen eye for life’s absurdities. Heavens to Betsy is a hodgepodge, part anti-memoir, part unlikely hero’s tale, in which Betsy, the little pug who nearly meets her end beneath a dump truck, becomes an eponym for failure, inspiration, origin stories, aging, parenting, sustainability, and more. Lots of love to Robert Long Foreman for this hilarious, allusive, lyrical slice of heaven.”
— Jenny Molberg, author of The Court of No Record
"Heavens to Betsy is a gift. Robert Long Foreman, like Vonnegut before him, manifests himself deftly into a wild narrative because he can—because it feels right and good—and we should all be witnesses in the same way that we are witnesses when our canoe capsizes on an obstacle in the river, spilling us riders into the fizzing water. But the obstacle before us isn’t a tree or a rock. It’s a dinosaur, blinking in the sunlight. It’s not trying to eat anybody. Just happy to be here, in the river with all of us. The dinosaur can’t stop smiling, and neither should we. What a rare discovery—both lizard and book."
—Luke Rolfes, author of Sleep Lake