Finding Meredith

WHEN I was a newspaper reporter in my twenties, I worked in an office in the Pennsylvania suburbs with another young woman named Meredith.
Meredith was bright, pretty and she was small like me. She was a hard worker and ambitious.
Eventually, I moved to another office and Meredith took a job at another newspaper in North Jersey. We both married and had children. We both left journalism, but while I stayed home, Meredith pursued a new career as a clinical psychologist.
She became very successful in her career. She joined a busy group practice in an affluent area and had many clients. They came to her for advice about all kinds of things. She would sometimes tell me about her conversations with them, without revealing identities. People in this world often have no one to turn to for comfort, advice or wisdom. When once they might have gone to the woman next door, sitting at the kitchen table, or a priest now they pay fantastic sums to go to psychologists.
One of her clients was a woman who had tragically lost a young child in a car accident. Meredith helped her adjust to driving again. She seemed to have many clients with difficulty handling their children. Once she had a boy who was about 11 and who could not adjust to returning home from school to an empty house every day. He was eventually given some kind of hypnosis to help him cope. Once a young couple came to her and asked her if it was okay if they didn’t have any children. (more…)


