What's Wrong With Me?

My pores are too big.  I am certain of this because I saw a television commercial for some concoction that will make them appear to be smaller.  I have a personal list of my complexion flaws:  wrinkles; age spots; rosacea; lips that are forever dry; eyebrows…overplucked in my teenage years and never…

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All I Want For Christmas

I had song lyrics in my head driving home from a week-early celebration with my family, but I realized it was a bit too much like “All I Want For Christmas Is You” which I believe Mariah Carey had a hit with a few years ago. Mine went something like…

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70 Years of "In love" – Give me a break

70 Years Of Love  “Couple married during war and never stopped being in love” This is the kind of magazine headline and teaser that drives me crazy.  Never stopped being in love?  I don’t buy it.  If they’ve been together for 70 years, I know there were times when they…

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Skydiving

The first time I saw skydivers I was a kid growing up in rural Illinois.  They looked like they were dropping from the sky into the cornfields.  I don’t know where they actually landed, but that’s when I first decided I wanted to do that, too. Fast forward about forty-five years…

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Me and Justin and Matt

Last spring at the coffee store where I’d been working for a couple of months, I noticed a regular customer named Justin. Tall, good-looking, polite. He always ordered the same thing, one of those sweet espresso beverages with whipped cream. One day my coworker Kristen said, “Do you know who…

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A short essay on marriage

ESSAYS/Untitled/By Barbara Meyers ©2000            Not all failed marriages end in divorce.  Some of them end in death.  Not necessarily the death of one of the partners.           One of the great truths no one ever speaks about marriage is most of them die long before they’re over.  Husbands and…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 4)

Thursday is our last full day here.  We’re going to lunch with the aunts on my mother’s side.  Well, two of them.  Martha is sick with a cold and can’t make it.   First we drop off another load of donations at a crisis center in Carthage that Stacy told me about…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 3)

I lose track of time while I’m cleaning and sorting and before I know it it’s ten o’clock.  I’m afraid I’ve missed the window of opportunity where Mom will know who we are if I’m not there by ten.  We arrive at the home around ten-thirty a.m. which turns out…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 2)

Tuesday evening we were invited to my Aunt Rosemary’s for dinner by her daughter my cousin Janet, who is the only one of my cousins I sort of stay in touch with.  Every year Janet sends me a Christmas letter which I receive sometime in mid- to late January.  It…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 1)

It’s Wednesday.  I’ve been here since Monday.  I’m surrounded by things I don’t want to do.  I have a headache.  For the second day in a row the coffee I’ve made is horrible (even though it’s Starbucks coffee).  It’s pouring down rain, lightning and thundering.  Yesterday we went to see…

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