Showing posts with label Excerpts from my writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Excerpts from my writing. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2026

How did this song inspire her to write?

You might ask yourself that question when you check out that category on this site.  Some songs really do inspire stories or story seedlings or keep the fire burning for something I am writing.  Other songs just feel good in the moment and make ME feel good and appreciate life or are just something to vibe to. 

Got any songs that do those things for you?

Saturday, January 10, 2026

He Said Nothing

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Photo by Juan

“The family is breaking. Again,” said wife.

“That's not my problem,” said husband.

“You've lost our daughter, your family back home, and now you risk losing our son. What is the common denominator in this?”

He said nothing.

He would not allow her to share what their son felt, that he wanted to make amends and move on.

“You're not going to be the facilitator.”

“But he doesn't want to lose his family. He doesn't want to lose you!” she said, anyway.

“Again, you always side with the kids.” He shut down now. He was isolated within a fortress of self-imposed loneliness. She didn't understand him and never would.

She sighed and sat beside him on the bed. “I love you. I hear that you want him to be responsible for his own actions. But I can see both sides. You're not completely right. He's not completely wrong.”

He said nothing. He seethed, a recoiled snake of emotion. “I really don't care if I ever see or hear from him again.”

“HE HUNG UP ON YOU!!” She erupted, and truth like lava flowed and burned patience, destroying it.

“Yeah? Your point?”

“That's not worth throwing a part of your family away.”

“That's his decision.”

“I can't believe it.”

He said nothing. She retreated inwardly into pain. Living with him, standing by him, was a bitter poison to swallow. But she had been sipping it for years, developing immunity, at least enough so she didn't leave him.

There was little left of the family now.

(Originally published 2018/09/02 at 3:52 pm)


Wednesday, January 7, 2026

The Dwelling

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(Excerpt)

“What do you want in this marriage?”

The question came from an unassuming therapist with a kind smile. It was always difficult in the beginning, especially when you had to consciously make an effort to be vulnerable. Her husband would not do that. But, she was willing to step off the ledge into the abyss and be transformed in her self and in her life.

“I want to talk with him. I want to ask how he rates this marriage, what he feels and thinks about it. I want to know what he sees as weaknesses and strengths. I want to work out resolutions with him. I want him to put his arm around me again, to be in our marriage with me in a together sense.

“But I don't want to hear how we don't work, don't fit, don't match, don't share all the same interests and that there are no ways to resolve our differences.

“We came together as soul mates. We're soul mates still, but not in the same way. The stakes are higher. It's more than dating and sharing interests. We've been through the hottest part of hell and we might be hanging from a twig on a cliff in that hell pit, but we're moving forward. We share a history. We're family. We weren't that when we first started out. All we had was shared interests and attraction. That doesn't last when the going gets tough. Our going got real tough and we are here together despite it. Our connection is stronger, if we don't throw it away.”

(Originally published 2018/05/19 at 12:25 pm)

How did this song inspire her to write?

You might ask yourself that question when you check out that category on this site.  Some songs really do inspire stories or story seedlings...