June 9, 2013
Hi All! Cynthia D’Alba here. I’m thrilled to welcome Barb Meyers to our little corner of the internet. Barb’s post hit quite a few nails for me. Been there. Done that. I think we all have these trips we HAVE to do. But Barb’s telling is so touching. Thanks Barb for being so open and honest. Now, take it away!
The day this posts I will be on my annual guilt trip to a tiny town in Southwest Missouri. I will stay in my mother’s house although she no longer lives there and no one’s inhabited it since last year when my brother and I made a quick trip there over Memorial Day weekend.
My mother and I were never what you’d call close. Mostly what I recall from my childhood is her disapproval of me and her strict adherence to a set of rules which made sense only to her. I know she had her reasons, but her demeanor created a distance between us we never bridged. The truth is, although my mother professed to love me, I never thought she liked me. She definitely never liked the descriptive love scenes in the romance novels I write.
After my father died a few years ago, my mother had surgery which landed her in a nursing home and from there into an assisted living facility. She is nearly blind from macular degeneration. She has lost her hearing and one or the other of her hearing aids seem to always be “lost.” Her memory is mostly gone. I used to call her, but I had to shout to be heard and I was constantly met with, “Who is this? I can’t hear you.” Eventually I stopped calling.
She doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t remember me. Last year after she asked me my name she said, “Oh, I had a daughter named Barbara.”
It was her choice to live in this remote location, which is where she grew up, and which is far away from all of her children and grandchildren. It is difficult and expensive to make a trip to see her. But she is still my mother. Even though she won’t know who I am or remember that I was there, I feel compelled to visit.
This year I dragged my feet, dreading making the arrangements and going alone. My husband detests spending time in Missouri, and frankly when I used to go visit my parents, my kids and I had more fun without him. But this year he surprised me by volunteering to go with me but only for a short trip. He insists that every day in Missouri is 36 hours long.
There are parts of the trip I look forward to especially visiting my mother’s older sister who is 93, and we’ll see my other two aunts on mom’s side of the family. They are the dears who keep tabs on my mother’s care and visit her regularly.
Today my aunt on my dad’s side called to say she had planned to a get-together while we are there. That means I’ll get to see some of my cousins and their families. Now I have something else to look forward to. Her thoughtfulness makes me dread the trip a little less.
How about you? Ever take a guilt trip? What kind of baggage goes with you? Who do you bring along?
About Barb: Barbara Meyers is the author of The Braddock Brotherhood series of contemporary romances published by Samhain Publishing: A Month From Miami, A Forever Kind of Guy and The First Time Again, as well as the independently published novels, Not Quite Heaven and Scattered Moments.
Under the pen name, AJ Tillock, Meyers ventures into off-the-wall comedic fantasy with The Forbidden Bean, the first in the GRINDING REALITY series.
When not writing fiction, Dr. Seuss-like poetry or song lyrics, Meyers disguises herself behind a green apron and supplies caffeine-laced substances to addicted consumers for a world-wide coffee company.
Meyers enjoys (in no particular order) premium coffee, inexpensive white zinfandel, reading, Bejeweled Blitz, bicycling and playing tennis badly. Still married to her first husband, she is the mother of two fantastic children and one almost perfect dog. Originally from Southwest Missouri, Meyers currently resides in Central Florida.
Barb’s next book comes from Samhain Publishing… The First Time Again
There’s no defense when love blindsides your heart.
The Braddock Brotherhood, Book 3
Once Trey Christopher was the small-town golden boy. Now he’s just another burned-out, washed-up ex-quarterback with a bum knee, a tarnished reputation, and a simple wish. To be the kind of man he can face in the mirror.
Moving back home is a start, as is hiring a down-on-her-luck local woman to help him out around his grandparents’ old homestead.
The last thing Baylee Westring wants is to clean house for a high school crush who barely remembers her name, but Trey’s money will finally top off her get-out-of-Henderson-forever escape fund.
Before she hits the road, though, Baylee’s got something for the man she still finds wildly attractive: the virginity he almost—but not quite—took during a drunken teenage party.
Neither is prepared for the emotional impact of that encounter. But just when Baylee dares to believe in happy ever after, an old enemy turns up to even the score. And Trey finds his heart left in the red zone, with his last chance for love ticking down to zero.
Warning: Contains an overeducated housekeeper who’s open to receiving a pass or two, and an ex-football player who can’t seem to stop himself from showing her all his moves.