Sunday Book Review – Heartbroken – Field Notes on a Constant Condition by Laura Pratt, #Netgalley

My Sunday Book Review is for Heart-broken by Laura Pratt. Thanks to Netgalley for an ARC of this book. Laura Pratt writes about a broken relationship that still haunts her with the why of a sudden break-up that surprised her and left her unknowing why.

Imbued with longing, erudition and hard-earned wisdom, Heartbroken dares to delve into a universal ordeal—perhaps the one that makes us the most human of all.

When Laura Pratt’s long-distance partner of six years tells her “it’s over” at a busy downtown train station, she is sent reeling, the breakup coming out of the blue. He, meanwhile, closes himself off, refusing to acknowledge Laura and her requests for explanation.

In the following days, months and then years, Laura struggles to make sense of this sudden ending, alone and filled with questions. A journalist, she seeks to understand the freefall that is heartbreak and how so many before her survived it, drawing on forces across time and form, and uncovers literary, philosophical, scientific and psychological accounts of the mysterious alchemy of how we human beings fall in love in the first place, and why, when it ends, some of us take longer to get over it, or never do. She weaves this background of cultural history with her own bracing story of passionate love and its loss, and offers some hope for arriving—changed, broadened, grateful—on the other side.

A heart rendering memoir by Laura Pratt written in lyrical prose as the author invites us into her heartbreak spanning a sudden end to a six-year relationship of the heart with no warning, just left to wonder what on earth happened to end her bliss. Also written as somewhat of a grief diary as Pratt conjures personal memories of her heartbreak. In this palpable writing, we feel the heartache along with the author as it is entwined with psychological research on conditions of the heart – broken heart syndrome, exuding love and the psychological heartbreak effects. In her telling, we learn that not everyone can just ‘move on’ from deep love lost.

This book is an observation of love and heartache in its pure rawness, vulnerability, and the festering of ongoing grief when the heart doesn’t reach acceptance. For anyone who as ever endured loss, whether a death or a lost relationship, you will identify with this book.

©DGKaye2023

Writer’s Tips – October Edition – #Blurb Writing, #Blogging Tips, #WordPress, Kindlepreneur, Unfinished Books

Welcome to my hand-picked best shared tips of the month of October. There’s always something for writers and bloggers! In this edition, Staci Troilo is at the Story Empire, sharing another fantastic formula with us authors for – writing the blurb. D.L. Finn writing for the Story Empire, shares some tips on ‘writing scary’. Hugh Roberts with two new, helpful blogging tips, showing us how to protect our blogs, and new WordPress changes. I’m sharing another article from the Kindlepreneur about how to work with keywords on Amazon for our books, since their changes. And finally, Deborah Jay shares a great post on why we may not finish reading a book – DNF.

©DGKaye2023

Sunday Book Review -Love Letters from Montmartre: A Novel by Nicolas Barreau

My Sunday Book Review is for a beautiful and heartfelt book – Love Letters from Montmartre by Nicolas Barreau.

For fans of Nina George, Elena Ferrante, and Valentina Cebeni, a charming, uplifting novel about a man who sets out to fulfil his dead wife’s last wish.
 
Julien Azouly, the famous French writer of beautiful romance novels, has stopped believing in love. When his beloved wife, Hélène, dies at the age of thirty-three, leaving him alone to raise their young son, Arthur, he is so devastated that he loses faith in the happier side of life—and along with that his ability to write.
 
But Hélène was clever. Before her death, she made her husband promise to write her thirty-three letters, one for each year of her life. Six months after the funeral, Julien finds himself standing in the most famous cemetery in Paris, the painful first letter in his hand. Little does he know that something strange—and wonderful—is about to happen.
 
An ode to love, Paris, and joie de vivre, Love Letters from Montmartre brings the reader down narrow streets, past the cozy red bistro on Rue Gabrielle, and all the way to Montmartre cemetery with its beautiful stone angels, where we will discover the truth we all hope to find: that love is real, that miracles can happen and that—most of all—it’s never too late to rediscover your dreams. Empathetic and wise, this is the deeply profound yet very human story of a man who finds love just when he thinks all is lost.

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We are introduced to Julien Azoulay in Montmartre, France as he stands visiting his young wife’s grave with their little boy Arthur. Julian speaks in first person point of view as he tells his story; and the author uses epistolary writing style for Julien’s communication in the thirty-three letters to his wife Helene who had requested he write to her after she dies- one letter for every year of her life.

But it’s been six months now and he can’t bring himself to write anything because he is so broken, but he also has promised a book delivery date for his publisher, which is now already one year late. Julien’s dilemma about writing to his wife – “How do you write to a person you loved more than everything, but who no longer exists?” And with his grief-stricken writer’s block he has nothing in him to write a comedy novel for his publisher.

Julien is drowning in grief and doesn’t see the point of writing letters to his beloved that she will never get to read. But she promised him she will be able to read them, and after he writes them all, something wonderful will happen in his life.

Julien finally asserts himself to write that first letter of heartfelt sadness, filling Helene in on their little boy’s life and how much better his son is adjusting, better than himself, as Arthur is okay knowing his mom is now an angel, despite the many dreams he has of her. Julien feels like the love of his life was ripped from him, and that everything else now in his life feels like pretend. I felt that.

One day while visiting Helene’s grave, Julien meets Sophie who is a sculptor who fixes damaged gravestones. Julien learns a lot about life and death from their coincidental meetings. Julien’s friendship with his wife’s best friend, Catherine, develops too. Catherine has been kind enough to help out with little Arthur, but steeped in her own grief over the loss of her best friend, the two avoid each other until one day when they fall apart with each other and their loneliness catches up with them. In the aftermath, the guilt Julien feels as though he betrayed his wife, leads him into visiting her grave and asking for a sign of forgiveness. Meanwhile, Catherine is harboring secret attraction to Julien.

Julien has been hiding his letters to his wife in a secret opening in her gravestone. One day he visits and goes to add another letter to the secret spot, and finds they’re all gone. Julien becomes consumed with how this could be. In this moment he becomes a believer. “The fact that someone dies doesn’t mean they aren’t here.”

The mystery of the missing letters has Julien wondering who could be taking, reading the letters, and leaving objects of poetry, songs, and love quotes in their place for him to find. Julien keeps busy with his son, his letters and visiting Helene’s grave often. All the while he, and us the readers, are wondering who is taking his letters. Julien doesn’t figure this out until the end of the book.

Through the gifts left to him and some surprising other incidents that occurred in Julien’s life, in between letters, he is learning that he does hunger for love more than he wants to remain a depressed and broken person. And through his time of writing those letters, he met new people, which Helene knew would ultimately bring her Julien happiness once again.

Julien had once seen a beautiful inscription in a slab of stone inscribed with “We will have each other again, like once in May. But until then, I will live and love.” He remembered that epitaph from time to time, and eventually learns how to find peace in that statement.

This quote hit home with me:

Quote: “It feels strange to go everywhere on my own now. And mainly, to leave alone.”

©DGKaye2023

Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Spiritual Awareness – Child Innocence and ability to see #Spirit, #Imaginaryfriends by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Today I’m sharing my latest article at Sally Cronin’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and talking about the innocence of children and their ability to see spirit and play with imaginary friends.

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Explore the spiritual side of our natures and the universe as D.G. Kaye shares her experiences and research into this element of our lives.

You can find part Twenty-Two of the series: Manifesting

Welcome back to my Spiritual Awareness series here at Sally’s Smorgasbord. In this post I’m going to talk about child innocence and their ability to see spirit, as well as their make-believe friends.

It is said that babies and young children can see spirit because their souls are still pure, and they have no filters. I have encountered witnessing a spiritual event once in my past family life with my niece days after she was born, and other observations when she was a young child with her imaginary friends.

My niece was just days old, born just before the Jewish Passover. On this holiday, at the end of the Seder dinner, the tradition is that the female head of the household opens the door hoping to invite in the prophet Elijah, symbolizing hope and redemption in Judaism as he is said to take a sip of the special wine-filled glass that is set upon the table along with all other wine glasses that have been blessed upon. Elijah’s awaited visit through the centuries signifies the earthly coming of the Messiah. (I think we are still waiting.)

As a child, it always felt magical to watch the wine cup as my mother or grandmother opened the door. I expertly used to watch the wine cup to see if the rich, red liquid, nearly filled to the brim, would stir or ripple. But on this one particular Seder gathering, my father was cradling my newborn niece, only days old, in his arms, when my mother went to open the door. (This was the one and only time my mother ever made a Seder dinner, and my parents were long divorced by then, but civil to each other.) As traditional, everyone’s eyes were focused on the wine glass in anticipation when my mother opened the door – but I was watching the baby, as was my father. As soon as that door opened – so did the baby’s newborn eyes open wide out of a slumber, as she gave a momentary shriek then immediately closed her beautiful eyes back to sleep. My father and I witnessed the sacred moment, locked eyes with each other in ‘knowing’, and shed a tear together in joy.

My same niece became a very intelligent and playful little girl with great imagination, always years ahead of her age, a child I classified as an old soul. In her early growing up days, I spent a good many years at her house. Whenever I’d catch her playing alone, she always spoke directly to three invisible people – as though she was never alone. Three people with the same rhyming names – Locky, Jocky, and Mocky. (Even I remember their names.) At first after hearing these names repeatedly when I’d visit, I figured it was her grand imagination. But when I eventually asked her who those people were whom she kept speaking to, she casually told me they were her best friends. I knew in my soul they were her imaginary friends, but also always wondered if they were really spirits she could see and talk to or just imaginary.

My niece has a memory like an elephant – like me, for the distant past. And occasionally, when we get together and talk about her childhood, I ask her what happened to her three friends – to which she tells me, she has no idea of what I’m speaking about. It makes me wonder if she’d forgotten her imaginary friends’ and names, or were they spirit ancestors and/or angels who were her comforting as playmates?

Psychologists say that it’s perfectly normal for young children to have imaginary friends. Imaginary friends are part of a child’s open imagination. They may create them merely for company as playmates, or some children may create them for a sense of protection, or as distraction from their surroundings, especially if they aren’t living in a harmonious home. And this makes sense to me as my niece grew up in a parallel tumultuous household, as I did.  Many children invent imaginary friends. But many others do have the ability to sense spirit if one is around, because of their pure and unclouded nature. It’s not as though babies and toddlers all have extra sensory perception. It’s just that they have no bias or filters, and no limiting beliefs.

It’s important to note that a healthy normal child who has imaginary friends is not a cause for worry, and it is in fact, said to be quite normal for young tykes to conjure up imaginary friends. The only thing to make sure of is that the child is not imagining anyone who scares them or threatens their peace, putting them in harm’s way. Often, little children will invent an imaginary friend as a dissociation from experienced or ongoing trauma.

Even in healthy circumstances, I think it’s always a good idea for parents to get to know more about their children’s childhood make-believe friends. By asking them questions about ‘their friends’ we can learn if those are healthy or disturbing friendships – or perhaps if they are indeed talking to visiting spirit, not an imaginary friend.

I remember in my own childhood that it felt much like walking on eggshells and around landmines around my mother, never knowing what personality she’d be sporting, and I felt very alone my entire childhood with nobody to ask questions to or to confide in. The only person I had for guidance was my Aunty Sherry, but even so, anything I didn’t want shared with my mother, I had to hold back, because of course my aunt would report concerns.

I let my imagination run wild to escape screaming and fighting in my almost daily life. And the emotional neglect contributed to my low self-esteem, my starvation for affection, and fear of my mother’s wrath, should I ever dare to ask a question about my father. I was a very nervous child, always with fear. I feared being yelled at by my mother ‘the screamer’. I feared waking up and finding my father gone – again. And I carried with me always, a sadness for my father because he wanted to be with his family, but my mother didn’t want him.

That’s A LOT of baggage for a child to grow up with and carry . . . Please read the conclusion at Sally’s Smorgasbord.

Source: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Spiritual Awareness – Child Innocence and ability to see Spirit, #Imaginaryfriends by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

©DGKaye2023

Sunday Book Review – Stockholm by Catherine Steadman #shortstory #psychothriller

My Sunday Book Review is for Catherine Steadman’s, Stockholm. This is a well written short story book about a two-year married couple – Olivia who is no longer a practicing psychiatrist and her thoracic cardio surgeon husband, Sebastian, who holds the power over his wife in this psychological and manipulative tale. This book is also part of a collaborated author series with individual short stories. I have read Steadman’s books before and enjoyed, so I was interested in a short story by her.

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An extravagant anniversary trip turns into a desperate scramble for survival in an unsettling short story about desire, manipulation, and revenge by a New York Times bestselling author.

Psychiatrist Olivia Cole is a shell of herself after only two years with her tyrannical husband, the outwardly perfect Sebastian. On their two-year anniversary, she’s subjected to one power move too many when Sebastian whisks her away on a surprise trip—first to the charming capital of Sweden, then to an unexpected final destination. Miles from home and help, the only way for Olivia to wrest back control of her life is to give Sebastian an even bigger, shocking surprise.

Stockholm by Catherine Steadman is part of Getaway, a collection of six stories about dream escapes that take unimaginable, even sinister, turns. Each piece can be read or listened to in a single sitting.

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This was an interesting short read. I think this story could have definitely been a full novel. The storyline is intriguing and kept me turning the pages, and because it’s a short story there is definitely a lot of meat to the story that brings us to the now that we can’t possibly learn about in a short story. But the author does a fine job with her breadcrumbs of ‘incidents of past’ woven in through the story. We know these two characters are married for two years. They both had/have power jobs. Somehow, despite her attraction to her husband, their relationship turned into more of something like – a captor and his captive. The destination may be Stockholm, Sweden, but the situation is definitely akin to Stockholm Syndrome.

Olivia had previously gone through a miscarriage that sent off a flood of hormones and post- partum depression. While her life became chaotic, her husband took the reins and kept them tightly held. He coddled her then became authoritative of her life. In this story Sebastian is taking his wife to Sweden, but there is a surprise destination. Has Seb planned to take his wife to cold seclusion ??? Olivia has had no power over Seb, but decides she isn’t going to take it anymore. Once in their glass cabin, Olivia decides it’s now or never to make her escape.

A very dark story about possession, manipulation, and domestic abuse. And I loved it.

©DGKaye2023

Updates – Thanksgiving and Wedding Anniversary Combo and the #Kindle Saga

This past weekend was our Canadian Thanksgiving. I was married on that once happy and eventful weekend. My whole life has taken a 180 since losing my husband two and a half years ago. This was my third Thanksgiving and wedding anniversary without him, which fell right on Thanksgiving Day this year, Monday October 9th. My big plans, as have been these past few years, were to watch NFL football on Sunday, and visit the cemetery on our anniversary Monday.

I haven’t celebrated a holiday since my husband took ill, early in 2020. Nobody banging at my door for invites either, so it works out well for me. Until my friend Dorothy pulled me out of my holiday cocoon.

My friend Dorothy who runs the gym I belong to, kindly invited me to her home with her family to celebrate Thanksgiving this past Sunday. I felt truly surprised and overcome that she invited me to spend Thanksgiving with her family. And since we gab for hours together at the gym three days a week, after thinking about stepping back into festivities, I thought, who better to spend it with. I also hesitated some because she has two cats, and I don’t do cats. I’ve had enough encounter with them many times in life to know they don’t like me. I’ve been cornered, clawed, and jumped on by quite a few friend’s cats of whom they all said – ‘don’t worry, my cat doesnt even go near people’, ya, I’ve had enough of those lessons as I defied all their expectations. So I digress there, but I brought up my phobia to Dorothy because I know people treat their pets like their kids and never expect them to change their living to accommodate my fears. But Dorothy had no quams and formulated a plan. And it all worked out beautifully – for me, and the cats.

I already know Dorothy’s family. Her eldest daughter also works at the gym, her mom comes to the gym, and I’ve met her younger daughter and husband, so I didn’t feel like a stranger. In fact, I’ve never felt so welcome in such a long time. I was quite moved by it all.

And now, for an update on the Kindle debacle. Two weeks ago I wrote about my water bottle leaking all over my Kindle in my gym bag. I tried everything, wasted countless hours through two weeks watching Youtube help videos, Googling fixes and myths, and went through a bag of rice – no dice! So yesterday, before planning to purchase a new one, and after leaving it on the floor, after finally throwing it there in disgust, I thought I’d try charging it one more time – now two weeks later, before wasting money on a new one – the charging light lit up! After five hours, still no green light, but the charging orange light remains on. I don’t know if that gives me hope, or it’s stuck on charge light eternally because from all I RE-Googled, even a dead Kindle should charge by six hours.

Kindle prices are up 50% since I got the last one, only a few years ago. Then I heard last week that Amazon Prime Days are coming October 10th and 11th. I had seen a sale on the weekend, but was holding out for a better price on Prime Day. Alas, Prime Day came, only to find out the same Kindle to replace was only on for the same cheap 20% off as it was on the weekend. Even Kindle covers were expensive, and most not on sale. From what I remember of Amazon Prime sales, they used to be much better, no more 40% off most things anymore. And covers are also more than double the prices too!

As I prepared to reluctantly, hit the purchase button on Amazon, I gave the charging damaged Kindle a last look before having to repurchase. The orange charge light is still on. I’ve been praying to the Kindle gods to please let it work. I hope I will wake up to that surprise tomorrow or I’m going to have to cave and pay $120 for the cheapest one, on this last day of the ‘Big Sale’. Brutal!

©DGKaye2023

Sunday Book Review – Her Alibi by Mary L. Schmidt #Memoir

My Sunday Book Review today is for Mary L. Schmidt’s gritty #memoir – Her Alibi. This book is about a little girl, the target of her mother’s evilness and manipulation, and always trying to use her daughter as a scapegoat.

Visions of her Cherokeegrandmother, Cordieflashed through Mary’s mind as her mother, Marguerite, informed her that her stepfathershot himself and was in the hospitalOh no!

No! This can’t be! Not after the joking around at my home last night. NO!!!!Did she use me last night? She’d never use her scapegoat child. No, she couldn’t! Even Marguerite wouldn’t sink that low! Or would she? Marguerite had always been abusive and vile to most people,and especially to her children and husbands, but would she shoot Harold? 

Yet, here I was, and I had to tell the police that, yes, my mother was at my home all evening and into the night. How despicable that my mother connived her way into using me as her alibi.

This book is a true memoir drawing upon the locals and inspiration of the areas in which the author lives and works. Names of towns, places, facilities, and people are real except for three men. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is not coincidental in nature and places where events take place are from her life growing up.

This is a memoir about the terrible abuse – both mental and physical, that author Mary Schmidt lived through as a child growing up in Lyons, Kansas. Her narcissistic and psychotic mother, Marguerite, was a manipulative bully who would go to any lengths to cover her lies and actions, and, who should have never have been a mother.

Marguerite was a sociopath who thought she was a great mother and feigned being one. Undoubtedly, before the days of diagnosing, that woman was not only a psychotic, narcissistic, sociopath, but a bi-polar schizophrenic who should have never been allowed to have children. (I am no MD, but have had plenty of experience with my own mother). She was a baby machine who lacked compassion, morals and basic human instincts. Schmidt shares her harrowing story of growing up in a household of siblings who were all emotionally neglected, but for some reason, Schmidt was the ‘chosen child’ for worst treatment and neglect. It’s astounding that Schmidt and her older brother Jack managed to turn out to be good and compassionate human beings after such a horrid childhood. I will always applaud another who has endured and came out right despite.

Throughout the book, the author shares painful instances of enduring her mother’s abuse. Schmidt tried her best to keep distance from her mother once she was old enough, but her mother was a seasoned manipulator showing up in an untimely fashion after Mary’s step-father died, hoping her daughter would be her ‘Alibi’. Would she? You’ll have to read to find out!

©DGKaye2023

#Spiritual Awareness at the Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – #Focus #Manifesting by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

Welcome to my latest edition of my Spiritual Awareness series at Sally Cronin​’s Smorgasbord Blog Magazine. In this post, I’m talking about how we can Manifest our desires.

Explore the spiritual side of our natures and the universe as D.G. Kaye shares her experiences and research into this element of our lives.

You can find part Twenty-One of the series: Mercury Retrograde

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Manifesting is the practice of focusing on what you want. There’s an old saying that says ‘We get what we focus on’. . . And to expand on that I always say, so you may as well focus on good things and desires. We must take action to manifest what we want. Just sitting around and wishing isn’t manifesting.

You’ve heard it said before – be careful what you wish for. So, to reiterate, we get what we focus on, so best to focus on the good things and all things good than to focus on something negative, because that’s not what we want the universe to bring us. What we attract is reflected from our thoughts.

We must ask our wants and wishes to the universe. Once we put it out there, there’s no need to keep asking, only to keep our desires at the forefront, keeping our minds focused on outcomes we desire. Our messages – energy wavelengths, are sent forth to the universe from thoughts and/or words.

We must align ourselves with what we want, to make our visions become our reality. Intense worrying and negative thoughts about doubts about if we’ll be receiving, blocks the energy we’ve already sent forth for our desires.

So, what wishes shall we focus on? Think about what it is you want, and then think of all the wonderful things and possibilities that could open up if your manifestations came to fruition. Concentrate on how great it will make you feel, and quite possibly how others will feel too from such great bounty. In order to receive, we must keep connected with our desires, and believe they are coming, don’t dwell on it, just believe, and set our good intentions forth.

When relaxed, and at peace within, then take action by asking for something. Honest intentions put out to the universe will come to fruition. Manifesting a tangible outcome comes from the Law of Attraction and believing. And it takes more than just willpower and positive thinking.

Focus on something you want to happen in your life. Visualize your desire in vivid details. The premise of manifestation is not asking in question form, eg: – I want, I wish for, etc. . . . rather, acting as though you already have your desires. In essence you are giving thanks to the universe for your desire in a form that states that you already have your desire. For example: You don’t say, “I wish I had a million dollars”. Instead, you focus on the fact that you already have it, and how good it will make you feel, all the possibilities you can do with that money. You can visualize the money in your bank account, purse, wallet, etc. You can say, “thank you for keeping me abundant financially, I am abundant with all I need to be happy and healthy with all the money I need”. By living what we wish for and believing it, will bring it.

Manifesting is about letting go of control and allowing ourselves to become the magnet from the universe for what we desire. It’s all about energy, and where we put it. It goes with the old adage – what we give off in energy is what we receive. Just like low vibing people will remain living in a low vibing lifestyle, being high energy in vibes we give off to the universe will always attract back the vibe we give off. If we are feeling as though we are lacking in some aspect of our lives and tend to be jealous of what others have and wondering why our life isn’t like that of someone who seems to have it all, those are not positive thoughts for our own life, hence, we will only get back more of what we give off – and what we don’t want. The universe will always deliver to us, people, situations, and outcomes that match our vibrational frequencies. Remember, we are always manifesting with whatever thoughts are on our minds, so please remember to keep your thoughts positive! We must feel like we’ve already attained what we desire, like believing in something that hasn’t yet been proven.

You can verbally ask aloud, or you can write down what your manifestations are, and of course, you can meditate on them. Many people like to use a vision board using clippings and images of their desires to add to their ‘wish stories’. There is no right or wrong way to manifest, only that we keep our desire in mind as though we’ve already received, while we’re waiting to receive, by staying in the present and feeling abundant.

Visualization is one of the most important parts of manifestation. If you can’t allow yourself to visualize your hearts desire, you aren’t helping it manifest. Visualize how this object of your desires will make you feel, focus on that feeling. Let’s say it’s a new job we’re wishing for. Use all the senses to help manifest this desire . . . Please hop over to Sally’s blog to continue the conclusion.

Source: Smorgasbord Blog Magazine – Spiritual Awareness – #Focus #Manifesting by D.G. Kaye | Smorgasbord Blog Magazine

©DGKaye2023