Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student
- Little Rock, Arkansas, U.S.A.
- August 03
- I am delightful company!
- Once upon a time this writer was a reporter/photographer and columnist for a large weekly newspaper in New York City, worked at the Center for Publishing at N.Y.U., worked at Kirkus for one whirlwind semester and eventually was an editor at Scholastic. After two very eventful years on cable television in New York City, this writer was voted off the island.
Today this writer is a student and soon-to-be published author (all fingers and toes are crossed) living in reduced circumstances. She is ever hopeful and even though her stomach may rumble from time to time, she is usually somewhat reasonably well fed. Most importantly this writer is a recovering or former New Yorker, (recovering seems more apt), who is quite happily transplanted elsewhere. She blooms where she is planted.
You can contact me at diaryofahopefulstarvingstudent@
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Isaiah and Hope are still consumed with laughing together. Completely unaware of nearly all else, Hope turns the corner outside of the nursery, and Matthew runs right into them.
Ready or not, there is no escaping Hope.
Somehow Matthew ends up all tangled up in them. He breathe… Read full post »
Matthew makes his way up the plush, burgundy carpeted stairs to Isaiah's nursery. Coming in search of Hope and his nephew, he has finally tracked them down in Joy's enormous home.
As he makes his way up, he can hear his nephew laughing and vocalizing with Hope, and hearing them t… Read full post »
Isaiah is proving to be a champion snuggler. He snuggles up next to Hope as she holds him in her arms.
They are seated in a quiet corner of the nursery in the ultra-comfortable upholstered rocking chair, and they glide together.
Isaiah vocalizes, and Hope repeats him. She alte… Read full post »
Joy wanders away to the living room with the cordless phone to answer a call from Will.
From the kitchen Hope can still hear Joy yelling at her second husband, and Isaiah begins to cry. Hope holds him closer and gives him a kiss atop his head.
"Lets go upstairs, Isaiah, so your p… Read full post »
"You're not fine on your own. Not permanently anyway. And you know that's not what you want," Joy said.
"It's fine," Hope said.
"You've used the word fine twice in the past two minutes. You're anything but fine. Whenever you say things are fine...." Joy said, now starting to s… Read full post »
"What are you going to do about Winston?" Joy asked.
"Do?" Hope asked.
"Jemma said that he proposed to you again right before you left Chicago. So, what are you going to do?" Joy asked, looking more exasperated with each passing moment.
"There's nothing left to do. I said no again.&… Read full post »
"It's not a good sign," Joy said.
"What?" Hope said.
Hope looks down as Isaiah starts to stir. She kisses his forehead and shifts the baby so he can hear her heartbeat.
Isaiah responds by smiling in his sleep and turns toward Hope.
"When I asked her to tell me about herself, she… Read full post »
"What are you doing?" Joy says as she places both hands on her hips.
"Nothing," Hope says.
Hope shifts Isaiah, sleeping peacefully now in her arms, to look down at his face and avoid Joy's glare.
"Exactly! What are you thinking? It's been ten years since you've seen each other. You'… Read full post »
Hope is holding Isaiah close to her heart as she watches the two of them. No longer shivering with Joy's baby wrapped up in her arms, she watches the action unfold.
Hope knows better than to try to stop Jemma. Her former roommate, contrary to all previous declarations of swearing off… Read full post »
All at once. Everything looks different. Now that Paolo sees Hope. And it's like the fog is lifted.
At last he sees the light.
Hope's face upturned. Looking right at Paolo.
All that time. Never even knowing. Just how blind he'd been. Chasing Joy. Who never wanted to be caught.… Read full post »
Paulo sits on the edge of Hope's bed. Guarding her closely. While guarding himself. Guarding his heart. His less than perfect heart.
All the while Hope sleeps. And dreams of peace. Of simpler times. Without so much pain for all around her. Without bad… Read full post »
"You have to stop. She's been through enough now," Paulo said.
"She's strong enough. She can handle it. Why don't you stop. Stop pacing. Stop getting yourself so worked up. And stop looking at her like that," Dylan said.
"I haven't done anything. You should t… Read full post »
Hope sleeps and burns. Up. Slowly. But surely. Up and up. While Dylan sweeps her hair back from her face. Gently. So as not to wake her. And presses a cool cloth to her head. Which quickly heats. Needing to be replaced. Again and again… Read full post »
As Hope falls. On the stairs. Ascending. And descending. Paulo is right there to catch her. Hope nearly collapse from exhaustion, hunger, thirst, and grief.
But Paulo won't allow it. He supports Hope. When she needs it most. When she needs him most.
Dylan runs to catch up. With Hope.… Read full post »
Scenes of grief occupy the day. Phone calls to relatives. Their comings and goings at Hope's home all throughout the day. Rushing uptown to Columbia to tell Faith the news. And finding her still asleep at noon. Having to wake her and get her ready. To go home. And face everyone.… Read full post »
Hope stands before the fireplace. Watching it all burn. And burn. Seeing the flames darken each time she adds to the fire. The flames leap up to catch all Hope adds.
One photograph after another is pitched into the flames. They burn. And burn. With all the rest of it.
All… Read full post »
Paulo and Dylan push open the heavy doors of St. Patrick's Cathedral for Hope. To let her out. After she has lit every unlit candle in the sanctuary. In memory of her mother.
Hope runs down the stairs. Going uptown at a breakneck pace. Scarcely stopping for lights. With Dylan and… Read full post »
Hope can be tough. She can be strong. But with them it's not like that at all.
But Matthew is gone. Long gone. And Hope let him go.
And Matthew left Hope. Turned away. And let go.
Even though they never wanted to let go.
All those crazy things they said. … Read full post »
Dylan and Hope dance. Together. Hope is totally unaware. That several men around her are watching. All too closely.
And Dylan hates to dance. And has no dance moves. At all. But dances anyway to protect Hope.
Dylan attracts the attention of several women. Like a car wreck. Burning by the… Read full post »
Hope knows it has been much too long. And she needs to dance. To let the music move her. To lose control. On the dance floor.
It's never half way. For Hope. When they hit the lights. Hope comes alive.
All the bouncers know Hope. And never… Read full post »
The Wise Men followed a star. The way Hope followed her heart.
Hope should be playing in the winter snow. But she'll be under the miseltoe. Shining with hope. And thinking of Matthew. Wishing. And hoping. And wishing again on the star. On the Christmas Tree.
Hope walks through the galleries… Read full post »
Hope runs up the stairs with robe in her hand. Trailing behind her and hitting every step along the way. When she enters her room, she lights three candles--one for each of them.
For a safe journey. And to hold on along the way when things get complicated. As they… Read full post »
In another life Joy would be his girl. Paulo would keep all his promises. And it would be them against the world. And in another life Paulo would make her stay. So he won't have to say that Joy was the one that got away.
The one that got away.
And… Read full post »
Joy has no comfort. Without Hope. And feeling hopeless. Like nothing can save her. Or her marriage.
At dusk. Joy walks through the gardens at the Greg and thinks of Paulo. Her husband. Who was never really hers. To have and to hold. From that… Read full post »
Truth is shaking off all of the pain. Guarding her heart. Guarding her heart once again.
Knowing how close she is to the end. Of her days.
She glances backward. And smiles. Seeing it all replayed in her mind's eye. And remembering only the best of days.
But… Read full post »
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