Abandonment Issues in Romance Novels
Show me a happy family with little conflict and I’ll show you a writer with nothing to say.
Category: Mothers
A Daughter's Reflections on Mother's Day
“Children are not things to be molded but rather people to be unfolded.” I open the box of goodies my daughter has sent me for Mother’s Day and delight in the surprises she’s included. My attempts to cook after I’ve had a glass or two of wine are legendary in…
"I made a chocolate cake…"
Nobody’s Fool The following is excerpted from the romantic comedy NOBODY’S FOOL by Barbara Meyers, released 1/6/15 from Samhain Publishing — She heard her mother’s approach from the back door and wished with all her heart that she’d made it to her room before now. She’d rather her mother not know…
The Last Sarcoxie Day
Back in Sarcoxie I stop to visit Maxine once more. I won’t see her again before I leave. I wish I had the energy to go down to the square again. I want more pictures. I want to people watch and absorb the atmosphere. I have ideas for blogs but…
(Chief?) Sarcoxie Days
I’m back in Sarcoxie. Again. Ugh. Chief Sarcoxie Days is a celebration, but of what? Obesity? Poverty? Hopelessness? Am I just used to everything new and bright and shiny so that here all I see is faded paint, burnt out lights and desperation? Maybe the worn out carnival is a…
MISCONCEIVE
As usual, it has taken me forever to make a book available to my legions of fans. Thank you for your patience. Writing and publishing are not only still in the experimental stages as far as my career goes, they are a mystery to me. This time I am trying…
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…
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…
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…
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…
