Barbara Meyers…author

What if...while your husband is in a coma, a one-night stand with your first love resulted in pregnancy? Annie Langdon is about to find out. #books #womensfiction #reading

@Kristinartz Cinnamon? Salt?

My mother used to add a secret ingredient to her coffee. I can't recall what it was, but it tasted so good. Any ideas? I've been thinking about this for days. She passed away a while ago🥺

@saniyafatma1278 Looks beautiful on you

Found this $15 dress from the ’70s at Goodwill, and I can’t stop thinking about it. My friends aren’t fans, but I love its unique character—and the fact that it was made by women in a U.S. union gives it so much history. I’m looking for honest opinions: could this be a beautiful, memorable wedding look, or does it risk feeling too matronly? Affordability aside, I just want to feel stunning on my big day. #fashion #lifestyle

@lady_valor_07 Summer Breeze

Without naming who you saw at your first concert Name one of their songs 🎶 🎸 🎤

@Sabiha1278 Myrtle

@james_xond We were never meant to

What do you think is the biggest reason humanity still can’t live peacefully together?

@Oldtimers365 Other shoppers

@wandaoaj @FoxNews Oh please. She’s no worse than Juan Williams

Jessica is making this show absolutely unwatchable. I have been a loyal #thefive viewer since Day 1, but even I have my limits and today is right up there. @FoxNews DO something or continue to lose viewers because of her.

The Hijacking of a Story Idea open.substack.com/pub/barbaramey…

@mlduncan7 Absalom

Dear writers/readers, What's an unusual first name of someone you've met in real life that you haven't used or come across in a book (or maybe anywhere else)? Let's make a list of real life interesting names to use in our novels. *But you must have met the person.

@robertcrais @EdgarAwards Congratulations

This happened! Thank you, @EdgarAwards ! I am awed, shocked, and so, so grateful! Elvis and Joe thank you, too!

@RickPartlow66 Congratulations 👏

Finished writing my 91st novel tonight.

@mlduncan7 Yes

Yes

Honestly, I have two brown thumbs, but somehow I've got three orchids all preparing to bloom. Applause please.

@mlduncan7 That sounds amazing

Shoveling snow is a good calorie burner, until you go refuel yourself with too much Mexican food.

@mlduncan7 @love_walk_life Have you tried whispering? 🤣

@love_walk_life I shout into the void daily...

I feel like I'm shouting into the void. Is anyone out there? Please say hello

For people who ask are you writing about dealing with your husband's dementia? (Not until now) barbarameyersss.substack.com/p/dementia-a-l…

The Haunting of a Duke by Chasity Bowlin romance4thebeach.wordpress.com/2026/01/26/the… via @Romance4Beach

@CrazyVibes_1 So creative!

I didn't post this at Christmas because I was drowning. My son stopped talking to me in October after I told him I couldn't loan him money again, my daughter was having her first baby without me there because her husband's family "does Christmas differently," and I spent December 23rd finishing custom orders in my shop until 3am because I needed to make rent. The holidays felt like watching everyone else's life through a window while mine fell apart. This ladder was in my garage for 20 years. My husband used it to clean gutters before he died. After he was gone I couldn't look at it without seeing him at the top, waving down at me. I almost threw it out a hundred times. But this year I was so angry at Christmas, at my kids for making me feel invisible, at myself for caring so much about a holiday that hurt, that I dragged that ladder inside and painted it green at midnight on December 15th. I'd been collecting these little village houses from different artists all year, not knowing why. Tiny ceramic buildings with lights inside, each one handmade by someone probably working as late as I was. I bought them instead of groceries some weeks. My sister said I was being ridiculous, spending money on decorations when I was barely surviving. But I kept adding shelves to this ladder, arranging each little house like I was building a world where I wasn't alone. Christmas came and went. My phone stayed quiet. I sat on my stairs looking at this village I made from something that used to scare me, all these tiny lit windows from strangers' hands, and I realized I'd built myself a family out of plywood and ceramic and spite. I sold three custom ladder displays through my shop last week to other women who said they needed to make something beautiful out of something that haunted them. We're all just building villages in the dark, hoping someone sees the lights. Credit - Lilian Herman

@DzintraSullivan Only Murders in the Building

Parents: Take pics of your kids with their grandparents together but also separately and one on one. I find I have very few of mine just with my dad. Wish I had more.