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What’s Your Story?

No, we’re not the first to solicit very, very, very short stories. Legend has it that Ernest Hemingway wrote a 6-word short story when challenged, in a bar, of course. His story: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

We’re going to be a little more generous with our word count, increasing it to 10 words (or less if you’re feeling concise). And we’re focusing solely on heartbreak, whether it’s due to a lost love, a lost job, a lost pet, or a less-harrowing misfortune or pratfall (like the time my freshly baked chocolate cake skittered off its pedestal and across the kitchen floor. I would have invoked the five-second rule if it hadn’t broken into many very untidy pieces).

We also want to provide solutions for others who might find themselves wallowing in a deep blue funk. So offer up a remedy or a recipe that helped you heal your broken heart or made you feel a smidge better.

Here’s one of mine:

Our eyes met. Our hearts fused. Then he looked away.

My remedy?

19 Responses to “What’s Your Story?”

  1. “Maybe you could work on the crust,” he said.

    I did. It got better and launched me on a new career…without him.

  2. Suz says:

    I gave him love and noodle soups. Both were unappreciated.

  3. Staci says:

    She finally nabbed his heart with a chocolate cake.

    My 92-year old grandmother wrote a beautiful journal about how SHE courted my grandfather. In those days the women didn’t pursue the men but my grandmother knew a good deal when she saw it. She finally nabbed his heart with a chocolate cake. In her journal she wrote, “So to all my darling granddaughters, if you want to win the heart of the man you love, bake him a chocolate cake.” I tried it on my boyfriend who is now my husband of 20 + years. Never underestimate the power of cake.

  4. Jodi says:

    A tale of heartbreak and woe ends happily with potato.

    Peruvian potato torte, that is. Recipe:

  5. Katie says:

    Red wine simmering atop gas stove, unattended. Overflow! Giant flames.

    I nearly set my apartment on fire making this Coq Au Vin recipe, wasting an entire bottle of wine in the process. My remedy: a tight-fitting lid to snuff out the flames, and a glass of wine poured from a back-up bottle to calm my nerves.


  6. Returned to memory-packed restaurant in Arles. Now a Häagen Daz.

    “Le Criquet” in Arles was the sweetest restaurant in the world–the old man served, and his wife cooked…they were surrogate grandma and grandpa to the tableful of young backpackers who crowded in for the 55-franc ($8) menus.

    I offer my version of Blanquette de Porc in their honor:

  7. Jeanne says:

    This one made my heart hurt. Don’t know how you do it. But keep talking.

  8. Anne says:

    My lovely listener lost, I talk to God and ghost.

    One of the hardest things about losing a spouse is not having that person to share good news with or just the details of your day. So many times, I found myself thinking “I can’t wait to tell Jim this” before catching myself.
    Now, if you see me out for a walk or driving in the car and I seem to be talking to myself, I’m probably talking to Jim, or to God. Or I might just be talking to myself!

  9. Michelle says:

    She swallowed the worst news of her life—using champagne.

    This is not my original recipe, but for the life of me, I can’t remember where I found it. I keep it in the freezer, and just “dig out” a serving of the slush when I need a true lift. It’s great in very hot weather. Good for Derby parties, too, because it’s not too heavy and not too sweet.

    Bourbon Slush

    1 12 oz can frozen orange juice – thawed

    1 12 oz can frozen lemonade – thawed

    1 1/2 cups sugar

    1 1/2 cups bourbon (we like Jim Beam)

    2 cups boiling water with 4 tea bags steeped in it for 5 minutes (remove tea bags)

    7 cups boiling water

    Mix all ingredients in a plastic gallon bowl type container.

    Place in freezer for 48 hours to ensure that it is completely frozen.

    Scoop out with ice cream scoop or large spoon into glasses.

  10. Renee says:

    The Aussie said my apple pie almost made him stay.

    The remedy didn’t come upon me right away. Most don’t. But after weeks and weeks of heartrending aching, I thought, I’m going to make that apple pie even better. And it continues to evolve. But not for him. For me.

  11. Amy says:

    Eating pupus while laughing not advised! Flying fish everywhere.

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