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 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…
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…
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…
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…
Jelly Donuts: Priceless
Bill brought me jelly donuts. This sentence lacks context. Posted as a Facebook status or a Tweet, it is meaningless to anyone but me. But today Bill did indeed bring…
I’ll Call You
“I’ll call you” is what “friends” might say right before you never hear from them again. What you may expect is that said friend will call you later the same…
Barbara Meyers, Author January 2013 Newsletter
PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS… Time is an odd concept, isn’t it? We say things like “time heals all wounds” and “in time it will get better,” but I think what we mean…
The Big Picture
My husband and I had a big picture hanging in our living room behind our sofa which we decided could go in the same position in our new much smaller…
After All These Years Say Goodbye to Tiny Tears
On a shelf in my closet hidden in a white plastic bag are my dolls. They’ve been in that bag on that shelf for seventeen years. Before that, they were…