Why must I always find something to mock about other people’s happiness or romantic moments? Am I that uncomfortable with genuine emotion? With love? I write romance novels. I should be applauding these moments, shouldn’t I? But instead, I tear them down and pour my caustic words on top of them. A chilling thought is maybe I don’t really buy into what I’m trying to sell.
What my mother didn’t know was how often I wished she’d done as he wanted. I wish I wasn’t even here. I try hard not to be. But she doesn’t appreciate my efforts.
We were discussing his relationships with women. I told him he didn’t have any respect for women in general. He said he thinks his problem is something deep inside and he probably needs therapy to get at the root of it.
Dr. Carter refused to discuss the situation with me and kicked my parents and daughter out of his office. Before he died, my dad said, “Don’t blame the doctors.” Oh, but I do.
“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…
Notice I didn’t say a man who can’t dance. Or one who thinks he can’t dance. According to my husband the majority of them think that. He claims most men don’t like to dance. He says he isn’t good at it and he looks like a dork doing it. And…
There’s no such thing as happily married. There. I’ve said it. There’s the illusion of happily married. A pretense, if you will that we all buy into. We are all convinced that our marriage will be different, better, happier, than that of our peers, our parents, or anyone else we…
(Part One) RN Sahoo on February 14, 2014 at 5:41 a.m. said: Your writing is cynical and negative. “A coffin should be a mandatory wedding gift for every couple” really hurt me. This was a comment on http://barbmeyers.wordpress.com/2013/07/03/a-short-essay-on-marriage/ My first reaction to this comment was to laugh. Not because RN…
Thursday May 24, 2012 I fly fromFort Myers,Florida to O’Hare in Chicago. My friend Sue who is also my former sister-in-law picks me up around ten in the morning. We eat at Cracker Barrel on the way toLadd, Illinoiswhere she lives. This is part of my planned trip: Fly into Chicago,…
Being a virgin on your wedding day is no guarantee of anything for your future, except, I suppose, it gives your spouse less of your past to be concerned about. With nothing to compare it to, it might also be hard to find fault with your spouse’s lovemaking technique
