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Daily Prompt: Distance is the new Rainbow

Daily Prompt: ______ is the new ______

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase:

“_____ is the new _____.”

There’s your post title. Now write!

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I thought today’s Daily Prompt was an interesting one. All I had to do was go to one of my favorite blogs, pick out the 4th and 14th word, plop them in the blanks and wham! I got my title for my blog today.

So off I went to tiny’s blog called “tiny lessons blog”.  She writes poetry and everything she writes is beautiful and full of joy, wonder and hope. I love her blog and consider her a true friend. So go on over and enjoy her words, after you finish mine that is.

Distance is the new Rainbow

 

When I left home many years ago I was young. Yet I had been so old in other ways. I was a strange mix of naive and wise, trusting and leery.

I had never dated. Didn’t have boyfriends. Not a lot of friends. I still lived at home with a few years living with a girlfriend. Living with my friend ended in tragedy so I moved back home. I hated living at home. My mother and I rarely got along and my dad did what my mom wanted. Or played referee.

I worked and paid board and usually bought my own food. So it wasn’t as if I was living there free. I wouldn’t have if I could. I was proud that way.

Anyway, I was corresponding with a man who lived in Mississippi for a long time. Decided to go for a one day visit and see how we hit it off. Flew down there early one morning (I lived in Wisconsin at the time) and after a really pleasant visit flew home that same night.

We wrote and phoned each other every day after that. He convinced me to move down there. So I did. Yeah, I did say I was naive. I had innocently told him about my savings (I had quite a bit) and I even owned some good land in upper Wisconsin.

To make a long story short. I moved down there. Stayed six months. Found out he was a momma’s boy asshole of the first degree. He was a man who liked to swing cats by their tales and kick small dogs. That wasn’t a lie. I actually saw him do these things!

So after six months of total assholiness (don’t think that’s a word but it fits!), and after he called me a whore (I knocked him off his feet on that one) I called my mom and asked if I could come back home. She said no.

I called my brother in Texas. Told him what was going on and I wanted out. He told me to come to Texas and he would help me find a job and a place to live. At the time my brother and I were really close, so I took a bus trip to Ft. Worth, Texas that same week. Little did I know my life was never going to be the same.

What I thought of with the guy in Mississippi was not going to compare to the hell I would go through for the next few years. But at the time I was full of optimism and hope.  My thoughts during the long 24 hour bus ride was this……….

Distance is the new Rainbow.

Good thing I never knew what was coming, or I would have laid down and had that Greyhound bus ride over me instead. But that’s another story.

 

(c) JLPhillips 2013,
(c) JLPhillips 2013,

 

 

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Daily Prompt: Far from Home

Daily Prompt: Far from Home

by michelle w. on July 15, 2013

Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Today I thought I would do the Daily Prompt. For those of you who are interested, I am working on some new short stories, as well as Part 2 of my Etherbooks.com published story “House of Mystery”. I know it’s been several months since I posted new stories. Sorry about that. Life has been crazy lately, with moving, then floods and storms and everything that comes with all that.

Now though I feel the need to start writing in earnest again.  I’ve missed it. I hope you have missed it also. But for now, I’ll do the Daily Prompt.

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It’s complex for me, telling you about the farthest I’ve been from home.

How can it be complex you ask? Well it depends on your definition of “home”. Do you mean where I was born and grew up? Or do you mean ‘home’ as in where I feel the most comfortable? Or does it just mean where I lived? See, complex. Maybe it’s just me making it complex.

home sweet home, kinda.
home sweet home, kinda.

So let me break it down for you. I was born and raised in Wisconsin. Good old Milwaukee to be exact. I hated it. I did. I hated living there and would never live in Milwaukee again. (Sorry folks who live there, no offense meant).  I just never felt like I belonged there. I always felt like an outsider, even in my own family of 2 parents and 3 siblings. I was so lonely 99% of the time.

I was a super shy kid and would spend most of my time reading books. I was painfully shy. Really. I would blush so red that it actually hurt. It took me a long time to get over that shyness.

Even when I was ‘home’ I was away. In my mind and my heart I was away from where I grew up. I always dreamed of far away places. I was determined to see other places and so I did.

crystalinks.com
crystalinks.com

 

My first venture of living away from Wisconsin is when I moved to Mississippi. Yeah, well that didn’t last but six months. I didn’t like where I was and I didn’t like the people I was with. So then if was off to Texas, where my younger brother was. Looking back that was a mistake and yet not. I suppose it was fate.

I lived in Texas for 20 years. I liked it for the most part. I thought I had found ‘home’ at last. Now, I think it was just another stopping place before I moved on. Yeah, a looonnnggg stopping place. 🙂 I had some living to do and some hurting to do as well. I got married, stayed married too long, then got divorced. I met some fantastic people living there. There are a lot of Texans that have hearts as big as the state they live in.

I don’t regret moving to Texas or staying as long as I did. I still have a bit of my heart in Texas with great friends. A bigger chunk of my heart stayed in Texas with someone I met and lived with after my divorce. I do believe he was the love of my life. He’s gone now, died of diabetes complications much much too young.

I also left a bitter angry stalker as many of you know. I’m not going to dwell on that one.

So now I’m in Canada. But the big question is, is this my home?

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Honestly, I don’t know. It’s a wonderful country with some great people. I’ve been here for a while now. So this is as far away from where I grew up as any place I’ve been. Around 1200 miles give or take a few hundred.

Is it home?

For now it is. I think I’m basically still looking. I might not be able to look any further. This may well be the end of my journey. Only time will tell.

 

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Daily Prompt: The Road Less Traveled

Daily Prompt: The Road Less Traveled

by michelle w. on July 2, 2013

Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.

 

Where do I begin?? I have made many big decisions in the past that have impacted my life. But if I had to pinpoint one of the biggest, I would have to say that marrying my ex, and then divorcing him would be one of the biggest.

Couldn't find the original source.
Couldn’t find the original source.

I did lump the two as one, did you notice that? Yeah, in my mind the two decisions are like one huge decision on my part! The first was the bad part of the decision, the second was the best.

If I would have stayed married to him? That would have been the alternate life I would have had. I’m not sure it would have lasted, as I would probably be dead or crazy by now. So it would have been a short-lived alternate. Seriously.

My ex is the typical narc (narcissist). A Texas charmer who could literally talk you out of your panties. Then he would say things that would bring you lower than slug slime. Through it all you would think it truly is your fault that nothing turned out right for him. Yeah, such a sweetheart he was.

But there was another life altering decision I made (well really there are others but this one stands out). That was to move to Canada. I moved for a couple of reasons. One, to finally and truly get away from my stalking ex. Now my family may have other thoughts on that one, but since they barely know me, what they think doesn’t really count. They don’t know he showed up in Wisconsin after I left Texas. They don’t know I saw him several times in one week following me. It’s a small town that I was living in, so he stood out in a way. Also, I’ve looked over my shoulder so many years for him that it came to be second nature.

http://www.theimmigrationteam.com/
http://www.theimmigrationteam.com/

The second reason I moved to Canada was a kind of fluke really. I went to visit someone I had been talking to for months. I stayed because I really liked who I was seeing, and I was told by my family not to come back. Ah family. To know them is to….. Love them? Don’t know about that one.  But that’s for another post.

I’ve been in Canada for over 10 years now. This is my adopted country. It really isn’t that much different then the states. At least in Alberta where I am. It actually reminds me a lot of Texas. There are cows. Lots of them. Think of Calgary Stampede and the Ft. Worth stockyards. There are of course the cowboys, they go with the cows. Then there is the land. Lots of openness, farms or ranches, lots of country.

Calgary reminds me of Ft. Worth/Dallas area. Big city with small country feel. It’s a friendly city but it also has its big city problems. They even have drive by shootings. Yeah, the not so nice part of big city living. Gangs, crime, what have you. Hey got to stay honest. Canada might not have the mind-set of a lot of Americans about guns, but they have their gun problems. Criminals will get their guns and crap no matter what.

Anyway, that was probably the most recent life changing decision I’ve made. Not the last I’m sure. If I wouldn’t have made that decision, what would have been the alternate? I’m not really sure. I believe I would be living alone, which is not always a bad thing. I might actually enjoy that as I did in the past. I doubt I would be writing like I do now. My family and I would probably not be talking. Hey wait! We don’t now. So scratch that last part. I would be working someplace mind numbing I’m sure. I certainly would NOT have ‘met’ all you wonderful people here on WordPress. Now that is a sad thought.

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So all in all I think I made some pretty good decisions, even if some were forced on me. All I can say is I’ve done the best I can with what I had to work with. I’m content for the most part. I made mistakes in the past, but that’s what makes a ‘past’. Who hasn’t made mistakes? Mistakes and decisions are what made me into who I am today. A writer with dreams.

That ain’t all bad.

 

 

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Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone — Gladys Berthe Stern

I read this quote the other day while I was researching something for my WIP. “Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” 
— Gladys Berthe Stern

It stuck in my mind and I couldn’t seem to get it out. Then this morning I sat down with my  usual cup of coffee and started to really think about what this quote meant to me and why it wouldn’t go away. I finally got it. I needed to thank all the people in my life, past and present who helped make me into the woman I am today. I’m a strong, independent, stubborn, creative, word loving woman. I’m fearless in trying something new, whether it be a new hobby, job, food, or place of living.  I didn’t get this way on my own. Several people helped me, and today I would like to take this opportunity and thank them publicly for their contributions to the shaping of my life.

My deceased father: He gave me my love of books. He was a man who always had a book in his hands, and taught me to love them also. He liked a good conversation or debate. He taught me to be frugal with my money, how to love unconditionally, and how to garden. Gardening was his passion. Thank you Daddy, for being the best dad you could be.

My Mother: We didn’t get along all my years growing up in your house. We fought, argued, and generally disliked each other. But, deep down we loved each other. Thank you for teaching me to stand up for myself. To never back down when I believed in something strongly. Thank you for showing me how not to be a victim. How to be independent and strong. We are great friends now, and that I treasure. It was hard-won. Thank you also for showing me that holding grudges is wrong on so many levels. I saw what holding grudges did to you and your family. I will NOT make that same mistake. I love you Mom, you are the strongest person I know. I deeply respect that.

Miss Minney: I never did know her full name. She asked me to call her Miss Minney when I first met her at the age of five. That’s all I ever knew her as. Miss Minney was the old woman who lived 2 doors down from us. She had white hair, always wore a dress, and loved to hug. I need to thank Miss Minney for teaching me how to sweep a floor the right way! How to dust, and generally keep house. She took me under her wing when I was just a tow-headed little girl. I would help her clean her house, run errands for her and listen to her talk about her own little girl who had died years before in a drowning accident. Her only child. Even at such a young age I could feel the sadness and love she had for her little girl. Thank you Miss Minney, for showing a little girl that no matter what age we are we have something to teach and to learn.

New Orleans: Thank you message in the grotto o...
New Orleans: Thank you message in the grotto of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church; added by those for whom prayer or miracles were granted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My older brother: My brother is a bit of a bully. Loud and obnoxious. Him and I have always maintained a love/hate relationship. It continues to this day. He taught me to stand up to bullies. That they are a cowardly breed on the whole. They talk rough and try to intimidate a person because they are bigger and stronger. But if you stand up to them they will always back down. It may not always shut them up, but it makes life a little easier when you show them you aren’t afraid of them and their hot air. Thank you big brother for helping me to grow into someone who will not tolerate a bully. Just because I am small and a woman I don’t have to put up with it.

My best friend from childhood: Gloria was a great person. Deeply troubled she turned to drugs and alcohol to escape a life she thought was destroying her. Instead she went down a road to destroy herself. We drifted apart when my parents forbid me to see her again. I never did get the full story of why. But, I miss her to this day. I know she went into prostitution to pay for her drugs when she was still a teenager. I saw her once when we were both about 19, I almost didn’t recognize her she had changed so much. I believe she knew who I was, but she turned and walked away without a word. Thank you Gloria, for showing me that drugs were not a way out of difficult situations. I could very easily have taken the same road, but thankfully did not.

My very best friend in adulthood: Terri is a wonderful and loving woman. She is another strong person. We used to talk for hours and hours every single day. She raised 3 boys on her own. Took care of her mother when she was dying of cancer. And buried her father six months after her mother died. She was the glue that held her family together. She is a tiny little woman with the biggest personality. I lost touch with Terri when I moved to Canada from Texas. I’m still trying to connect with her. Her phone number doesn’t work anymore and when I wrote I got her letter back. Some day I will find my best friend again. Thank you Terri for showing me that being single is not a bad thing. To never give up on myself. And just thanks for being there when I needed someone so much.

gratitude. =)
gratitude. =) (Photo credit: camerakarrie)

To my ex-husband: Yeah, you read that right. My EX-HUSBAND. He taught me several valuable life lessons. He taught me how not to take something at face value. To always question it.  If something looks to good to be true, you should examine it throughly and ask a lot of questions. He taught me to believe in my instincts and not drown them out when they are screaming at me that something is not right. He taught me that violence against women is not right in any form. That just because someone says something is true does NOT make it so. He taught me that once a cheater always a cheater. Thank you ex for being who and what you are. A large example of what not to have in a husband.

I will always be grateful to everyone who helped make me who I am. I’m sure there are others I need to thank. Maybe that’s another posting in the making. Till then, remember to thank the people in your life.