Very nice. I don't know what would follow next in the story but as of what I read now, it was like reconstructing convention in a new way. Even though there have been stories written on a similar theme, this one is fresh and doesn't let you get bored.
Also, I can relate to that telephone thing. It's true; when you realise that there is no one to call. It sucks. And the ending is smart.
In my mind I have always had trouble defining exactly what a memoir is. This beautifully written example should be in the textbooks. There's another textbook that should contain the passage on marriage too. As I am well into my second half-century on this orb, I am looking forward to the publication of your book.
Thank you from me too, Martha. I've been half-living with a man for two years. I just moved five hundred miles to be near him--a joint decision--and the relationship ended this week, within the first month of my move. It was, I suppose, a cliche waiting to happen. Your story--see a movie, distract yourself--is a "how to" guide for me, one that is so erudite, so visual, and so exquisitely written that I am grateful to have read it on the first morning after our last conversation.
Joanna Bressler replied on Mon, 10/03/2011 - 09:23am
You have a lot of it so right, Martha, it's a comfort. It's silly how many cliches are true, isn't it? Like "Misery loves company." And there is much company in this particular misery!
Thank you for your story. It is upbeat, which is nice. I have come to the realization that I am in a "no one to call" place, and don't have anyone, dead or alive, to talk to. My conversation is with myself, and not very satisfactory. In fact, it is becoming unbearable. I read for distraction.
Deidre Wasyliw replied on Tue, 10/04/2011 - 01:37pm
"The Comfort Zone" is a beautifully crafted memoir. I look forward to reading more. The conversations that we have are the important parts of our everyday life. Thank you.
RUDY OLDESCHULTE replied on Sun, 10/09/2011 - 06:26am
I still talk to my husband after four-plus years, but you are so right about not having anyone that you need to call. Sometimes I wonder if there is even anyone who will care if I call. There is some defining moment when one "becomes a widow" and you have described it beautifully.
I said "Yes!" aloud three times as I read, as if you were here to hear me. I read twice in one sitting; once to discover the piece emotionally, and once to admire the details of the craftsmanship. Both ways a winner.
Michael Doherty replied on Thu, 08/22/2013 - 08:32pm
Very nice. I don't know what would follow next in the story but as of what I read now, it was like reconstructing convention in a new way. Even though there have been stories written on a similar theme, this one is fresh and doesn't let you get bored.
Also, I can relate to that telephone thing. It's true; when you realise that there is no one to call. It sucks. And the ending is smart.
All in all, a nice read.
In my mind I have always had trouble defining exactly what a memoir is. This beautifully written example should be in the textbooks. There's another textbook that should contain the passage on marriage too. As I am well into my second half-century on this orb, I am looking forward to the publication of your book.
Thank you from me too, Martha. I've been half-living with a man for two years. I just moved five hundred miles to be near him--a joint decision--and the relationship ended this week, within the first month of my move. It was, I suppose, a cliche waiting to happen. Your story--see a movie, distract yourself--is a "how to" guide for me, one that is so erudite, so visual, and so exquisitely written that I am grateful to have read it on the first morning after our last conversation.
Good writing! Not a wasted word in the whole thing. Thanks for the pleasure of reading this.
You have a lot of it so right, Martha, it's a comfort. It's silly how many cliches are true, isn't it? Like "Misery loves company." And there is much company in this particular misery!
Thank you for your story. It is upbeat, which is nice. I have come to the realization that I am in a "no one to call" place, and don't have anyone, dead or alive, to talk to. My conversation is with myself, and not very satisfactory. In fact, it is becoming unbearable. I read for distraction.
Thank you.
"The Comfort Zone" is a beautifully crafted memoir. I look forward to reading more. The conversations that we have are the important parts of our everyday life. Thank you.
Oh, very moving. Wonderful writing. Well done!
Your story touched my heart.
I still talk to my husband after four-plus years, but you are so right about not having anyone that you need to call. Sometimes I wonder if there is even anyone who will care if I call. There is some defining moment when one "becomes a widow" and you have described it beautifully.
What a compelling story. It brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for sharing.
This piece is contemplative and beautifully written. So sad about the uncaring passer-by traffic. It's indeed a lonely world.
This is a lovely piece - oh the things we take for granted! You write so beautifully, so much joy and pain in one.... thank you.
I said "Yes!" aloud three times as I read, as if you were here to hear me. I read twice in one sitting; once to discover the piece emotionally, and once to admire the details of the craftsmanship. Both ways a winner.