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About me - Lucy Knobloch

I'm always searching for words to define me. I rely on the usual and will do the same here: wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, retired teacher (not really retired, on disability), writer, cancer patient.

My family means a lot to me. My husband is simply

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Child abuse: 5 of 216
ListenOne clear voicesilenced the crowd. The hush remainedlong after the truth was spoken.Seconds passed slowly,like a broken clock tickingon random occasion.Truth had been toldwas it heard?Whispers broke the silence. Whispers of shameand realization. Injustice disguisedas acceptable. Though the crowdchooses to be silent;can ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: What my dog means to me: 13 of 428
Riley's soft, wet nose nudges me as I try to sleep a little longer, I open my eyes and just inches away are the most beautiful brown eyes. It's my dog's way of convincing me it is time for his morning walk. You might think that this is the behavior of a spoiled dog. A dog that only thinks of him, but that isn't so. It wasn't ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life: 5 of 154
I define the little things in life to be occurrences, which need no planning, require no cost, and are often pleasant surprises. Unfortunately, I also believe the little things in life are disguised and veiled in the muddle of everyday existence. As we roam the avenues of our life, we have clear focus on the major tasks that ... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Self-Healing The key ingredients for grasping a second chance in life: 11 of 282
Bad things happen. It is a fact of life. One can simply crumble under the pressure and surrender all efforts to overcome life's difficulties. Or, one can elect to change the path taken and triumph over a major life setback.It is up to each individual to maintain the direction of his life. Taking control of destiny requires ce... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 7 of 82
PainSitting togetherYet apartA round tableBetweenUs.I see a manI do not recognizeHe slumps in his chairStopping in the middleOf an irrational sentence.I curseThe empty bottleIn the desk drawerFor taking my friend awayAnd leaving this man instead.I feelHis painAnd want to reach outBut the distanceIs too great.So I just sitWith... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 17 of 195
Becca's ChoiceThe cactus and the flat dry land passed quickly as Becca drove along Interstate 10, the air conditioner turned on high to stop the scorching desert sun from heating the car's interior. Becca replayed in her mind the last argument with her husband, Thomas. "I don't expect you to understand!" Becca shouted. "I don... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Divorce: 2 of 20
A Hopeful Beginning"I found the place inside of meWhere wings of faith must start;Then hope came by to sing a songAnd perched upon my heart."- June Masters Bacher The morning came quickly. I woke up before the colors of the sun had appeared in the sky. The U-Haul truck had been packed the night before with all my worldly poss... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sadness: 19 of 155
EyesWith caring eyesYou see my tears.Wetness lingeringOn my cheeks.My quiet cries burstingThrough the silence. Your hand reaches for mine. Yet, my pain keeps us apart. Thanklessly IShout:Don't pity me.Don't say you understand. Please,Look away,AvoidMy hurting eyes. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Divorce: 12 of 89
divorcesilentlytears fall upon the paperswetting the words.i close myeyesand drift backto our days together.wishing I couldforgethow much wemeant to each other.these papers say wefailedi open my eyes.my thoughts drift forwardto our futureapart More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storytime: 2 of 11
Gina's StorytimeI see her peeking around the cornerwith twinkling hazel eyesand laughterin her smile.Her hand reaches out for minebeckoning me to follow.The softness of her touchwarms my heart.She leads me to our favorite placeand invites me to sitand share a story.We curl up on the sofa to read.As the last of the pages are t... More..