June 21, 2018

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(100 word challenge)

I miss you.   I’m hurting and I can hardly breathe.  You hurt, you’re broken,  I accept you with all my heart.  But you act as if you don’t love me, don’t want me, can’t stand me. You hold our son above my head.  I cannot leave him to face these things without me.  Alone. 

You can’t make a commitment to me … in case It happens again.  But It is!  Windows between us are closing.  You are going to find yourself lonely until another love comes to lift you up and save you. 

And, in time, It will happen again.

Farewell To A Haunting

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Aliese toured their abandoned home. Old furniture and boxes of everyday life remained. She envisioned fresh paint, polished floors, a cozy nook to read in when the sun shined. Her sanctuary.

There was no delay now.  She’d lingered far too long waiting for Paul.  In the end he chose to move forward alone.  Now, two paths diverged heading true north respectively.

The phone.


“The papers have been filed.”

Sadness.  He didn’t think or feel the way she did. Then …

Relief.  A new life.

The beckoning path lay before her, calling her to autonomy.

She chose the road less traveled.

Embracing The West

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(100 word challenge)

He jammed a pike into the floating ice.  She watched it split jaggedly and separate.  For the second time, he sailed toward a better life without her.

There would not be a third.

As his image diminished with distance, she imagined soil beneath her feet.  Grass grew.

The sun rose behind her and she turned to face it. This time she would sail away, too.

The ocean gently nudged the ice-raft westward.  She lifted her chin. She did not need to rise this time because she had never fallen.  Her heart encapsulated the Phoenix.  Ice would never imprison her.

Highway to Hell


(100 word challenge)

“I said I would go to hell for you. That’s how much I love you. I would go, I would find you, and I would bring you back with me.”

“What if I can’t love you like that?”

“Have you ever loved anyone like that? Has anyone else loved you like that? Because I’m here, we’re here. That’s what’s real.”

“What if it’s an illusion?”

“Then make it the best damn illusion there ever was.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Too late.”

I can’t do this.”

We can.”

The Least Requited



by W.H. Auden

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

“The More Loving One” appears among Auden’s poems about history, but it deals with nature and the disorienting necessity of learning to love a universe insentient to our hopes and fears, unconcerned with our individual fates — perhaps the least requited love there is, as well as the largest. It is an elegy, in the classic dual sense of lamentation and celebration, for our ambivalent relationship with this elemental truth and an homage to the supreme triumph of the human heart — the willingness to love that which does not and cannot love us back. – Brain Pickings  https://www.brainpickings.org


Somehow NANOWRIMO determined that I wrote 50,000 words, but in reality I only wrote 5,555 words.  I managed to average 189 words per day if you factor in two weeks of not writing.

Otherwise, I discovered that I can write 100-300 words per day which is an improvement over what I am currently blogging.  That’s great news!  And it shows healing.  I haven’t been able to write in ten years.

I’m very pleased with myself and have a lot of hope that I will eventually write another novel.  I may or may not work on Hattie and George’s story, but I find them interesting characters and want to write more.



Unwavering Love

Author: Lisa Barker
Genre: Memoir


Hattie and Barnard have been married 35 years.  Where do they go from here?  Barnard’s new love interest is the catalyst for a closer look at who they are as a couple and what their marriage has become since they separated and reunited 24 years ago after their daughter’s death.


“Did you make this for me, Hattie?”

It was just days ago when she’d made the scrapbook, putting together mementos from their 35 year marriage. He was touched. She didn’t think he would be. She feared he’d shun it because it demonstrated her love for him and her belief in them. He’d long said she was foolish for hoping he’d feel real love for her. That was what had changed since he’d left her oh so many years ago. He was broken; he didn’t know what love was. He didn’t want to mislead her or break her heart. Again.

But he knew she loved him and he accepted it. He’d stayed after his return.. Until now. Now she was in a hospital and he was in a cab in another city to visit the soul mate he’d found at last. Sure Jeanine was twenty years his junior, but she was full of life, she made him feel young again, free. He felt an excitement he hadn’t felt with Hattie since they were young and dating. Hattie made him feel comfortable. She accepted him the way he was. She cherished him.

Still, love wasn’t enough. They hadn’t had sex in years. He told her she didn’t satisfy him. She took it calmly, though he saw the hurt in her eyes. It didn’t seem to matter to Hattie. Her love for him didn’t waver. She once said, when they were middle aged, that she expected they would have sex and laugh at their goofs as well as the breathless moments and cuddles. But for him, that all came after good sex, and poor Hattie had it the other way around. She was content with stability and familiarity. He yearned for passion and excitement, like when he’d been with Claire. He shouldn’t have left Claire. He’d understood things about her after he left that, had he known it at the time, he would not have left dear Claire-his angel.  But time presented a locked door and he couldn’t go back. He could only bide time with Hattie until he’d found Jeanine.

The Way of The Cat

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He is a cat.

He keeps to himself
tending to his coat,
lounging in the sun,
pouncing on tufts of dust mice,
But he says nothing.

He’s not in a cuddling mood.
Sometimes he hisses.
Sometimes I see his cat-smile.
You can’t make a cat cuddle if he doesn’t want to.
You can’t make him sit on your lap.
But you can love him and share a room or a pillow.
You may hear him purr.

He is a cat.
He keeps to himself.

And I am a crazy cat lady.
I will always accept him as he is.

(November 4, 2018)