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Love Unrealized - a fiction short story

Updated on October 14, 2013
Boothbay Harbor, Maine
Boothbay Harbor, Maine | Source
Lobster boat buoys.
Lobster boat buoys. | Source

Portland to Boothbay Harbor, Maine

Helen waited impatiently in the car at the airport, smoking a cigarette and hotly blowing smoke out the window. She checked her watch - 3:15 p.m. She had better things to be doing right now. She tapped her watch - no the hands weren't going to move any faster.

She looked up as she heard a low flying plane coming in for a landing. As she glanced down, there in the distance Helen noticed Julie quickly walking to the car loaded down with luggage.

My God, thought Helen. How long is she planning to stay? From the look of that luggage longer than just a long weekend that was for sure. Helen popped the trunk open and waited for Julie to arrive at the car.

"Hi, Ma!" Julie shouted when she arrived and she proceeded to put her luggage in the trunk. It wouldn't all fit in the small trunk, so she threw some bags in the back seat and then got in the passenger's side in the front.

"Hi, Ma," she said again smiling as Helen puffed on her cigarette.

"How long are you staying this time?" asked Helen as she started the car.

"I'm home," said Julie firmly.

"Home?" asked Helen as she pulled up to the pay window of the garage.

"Oh, here, Ma, I got it," said Julie as she opened her wallet.

"No way," said Helen primly, I have it right here," she said as she handed the woman the money.

"Home?" repeated Helen as she pulled out of the parking garage. "You don't know what or where home is. You're a gypsy running around all over the country. Haven't seen you much in ten years. What do you mean you're home?" Helen asked in a gravely voice.

"I'm home," said Julie, "home to stay, period," she said brightly trying to sound cheerful and happy.

"What happened? Run out of money?" asked Helen sarcastically,

"No, Ma, I have plenty of money with me," laughed Julie. "I'm not here to mooch of of you," she giggled.

"Hmm, broken heart, then?" Helen asked.

"No, Ma - no broken heart, I know how to handle men," said Julie. Helen continued looking straight ahead as she drove. Julie looked out the side window. They drove from Portland to Boothbay, an hour's drive, with Julie chattering brightly and Helen remaining silent puffing away on her cigarettes.

Helen thought about the past as Julie chattered. Julie had gotten out of Maine as fast as she could after graduating from Bowdoin College with a degree in marine biology. Helen had hardly seen her since, but it wasn't so bad. Helen had her job at the lobster co-op that kept her busy and she lived with her cat, Tiger.

Helen remembered Julie, her only child, had been a difficult child to raise. Julie and her father had been so close and had such a special bond that Helen felt like an outsider sometimes. Ben, her husband and Julie's father, had died when Julie was ten. Julie had been inconsolable when he died from an accident while out lobster fishing. Helen, new at being a single mother, got a job in the lobster industry and tried to raise Julie as best she could, but they always seemed to be at odds. Julie had been closer to her father and had such a long, hard time getting over his death.

By the age of twelve, Julie had become right out rebellious - acting out and causing trouble at school and in the Boothbay community, and Sheriff Johnson had almost become a fixture at their home - Julie causing trouble or running away and Sheriff Johnson bringing her back home. It began to be quite a cycle.

The emotional and psychological distance between Helen and Julie grew larger and Helen was more than happy to send her off to college when the time came. At least Julie was intelligent, and won a full academic scholarship to Bowdoin, and that fact and the part-time lobster job Sheriff Johnson had got her during her high school years saved her from going off the deep end.

When she graduated from college - at the top of her class, no less - thought Helen wryly - she was gone from Maine. First, Julie landed in North Carolina, then Florida, and finally as far away as she could get - California.

Boothbay Harbor, Maine
Boothbay Harbor, Maine | Source


Helen pulled into the gravel driveway and parked the car in the car space to the side of the house. It was a small two-bedroom Cape Cod that Helen and Julie had moved into after Ben's death. It was just enough space for the two of them at the time. Now it was just enough space for Helen and Tiger, the cat.

Helen put out her cigarette in the side door ashtray, got out, slammed the door shut, and walked to the house. She unlocked and opened the door and went inside. Julie struggled with the luggage banging her way through the front door.

"Still looks the same," she said nostalgically as she stood at the door looking over the front room, kitchen and dinette. The furniture was the same and even the old stereo remained, outdated years ago. She ran to the sliding glass doors at the rear of the dinette and house.

"Hey, Ma, when did you put in a deck?" asked Julie enthusiastically.

"You'd know when I did that if you had come around some," said Helen bluntly.

"Mmm, what do I smell cooking?" asked Julie

"Just some oyster soup," said Helen, "nothing special."

"I remember your oyster soup, Ma! The best!," exclaimed Julie

"Get your things out of the doorway and put them in the bedroom," said Helen sharply. "This is my house and it will remain neat and tidy - now move." said Helen.

"Sure, Ma," said Julie dragging her luggage to the back bedroom.

"Hey, Ma," she shouted, "I see you changed my bedroom. Not at all how I remember it," said Julie.

"Hurry up, Julie, - the soup's ready," said Helen

They both sat down at the dinette table. Helen ate her soup in silence. Julie again chattered all the way through the meal about her jobs, the various places she had lived, and her friends and boyfriends. Helen said nothing. When they were finished eating, Helen cleared the dishes and poured two cups of coffee.

She lit a cigarette, looked at Julie and said, "Okay, why are you really here? Why have you suddenly moved home and where to you plan to live?" asked Helen sharply.

"Geeze, Ma," said Julie, "let me catch my breath and get re-acclaimated.

"No, we're going to discuss this right now," said Helen, "I want to know what's really going on here - you're not back because of any great love or even like here between us, so why now? why here?" asked Helen.

"Boy, Ma, you really know how to get to the point," said Julie sadly. "I thought we could spend tonight getting re-acquainted," said Julie

"There's no point in beating around the bush, Julie, why are you here?" demanded Helen.

There was never a way to put her off, either thought Julie. She had been like this since Julie was a child. Just get to the point! Julie took a deep breath and said, "I've come back to lobster fish," said Julie looking straight into Helen's eyes. "I've spend the last ten years being a marine biologist and all the politics that go with it and I want a change. I want to be near you and I want to go back to my roots - lobster fishing - they way Dad and I did it when I was a child," explained Julie.

"What?" asked Helen. I should have known your father was the reason for this," said Helen bitterly. "I don't need you here. I can take care of myself," said Helen primly

"I know that, Ma. I just have missed you, this place, and Maine. That's all there is too it," said Julie, her eyes flashing.

"You mean, you've missed your father," said Helen, her eyes flashing back at Julie. "And, how do you plan to finance this 'change'?" asked Helen.

"I've saved up enough money over the years and I'm going to buy a lobster boat and fish," said Julie evenly.

"You think the lobster co-op is just going to let you in?" asked Helen sarcastically.

"Sure, Ma," said Julie quietly. "I am Ben Conrad's daughter," she said. "And, yours," she finished quietly.

"You'll have to prove yourself. It's not easy breaking into the lobster co-op after all this time. Things have changed," said Helen puffing on her cigarette. "The lobster business has changed since you've lived here," her gravely voice said.

"Well, I've change, too, over the years," said Julie. "And, I've changed for the better."

"What happened to your fancy marine job in California - fired?" asked Helen.

"No," said Julie firmly. "I resigned. I wanted to come home. Maine is home to me, Ma. I plan to spend the rest of my life here - lobster fishing," said Julie quietly. "It means a lot to me."

"Well, after your father died, you didn't want anything to do with it. The only reason you worked at it during high school was because it was either that or jail," said Helen. "Sheriff Johnson made sure of that," said Helen.

"Ma, I know I wasn't easy to raise," said Julie, "but, I've grown up - I've matured - I know now that home, Maine, is important to me and you are too," said Julie reaching across the table to take Helen's hand. Helen drew back her hand and placed it on her lap.

"Where do you plan to live?" asked Helen, picking up Tiger, her cat, and stroking him. "Tiger and I like it here as just the two of us," said Helen sharply.

"Well, Ma, can I stay here until I find a place?" asked Julie.

"Yes, as long as its temporary," said Helen. "But, you can't stay here permanently!"

"I understand, Ma," said Julie sadly. "I thought we could perhaps repair our relationship," said Julie. "Can we?":

"Whatever," said Helen. "Tiger and I are going to bed," she said as she abruptly stood up and walked back to the bedroom. "Rinse out the coffee cups," said Helen from the hallway.

"Sure, Ma," said Julie. "I forgot how early it gets dark here . . ." was all Helen heard as she shut her bedroom door.


Lobster fishing in Maine

Six months later

Six months later Julie had achieved most of her goals. She had bought the fishing boat, applied for fishing rights and status and was good-naturally and patiently working her way into the lobster fishing business. She knew how stubborn and hard these Mainers were. Helen had been right. Things had changed in lobster fishing. There were less fishermen working today and it was more difficult to find a place open to fish. Julie had to wait two months before she even was able to start fishing after buying her boat.

Three months ago she had moved into a comfy log cabin a few miles away from Helen. She loved the cabin nestled among the natural trees and plants on the edge of a Maine pine forest. She was designing, digging and planting her own landscaping on her time off from fishing.

But, her main goal of becoming close to Helen still had not been reached. Helen, what was she going to do about her mother? She was so stubbornly independent and she refused to allow Julie to live with her and nearly threw Julie out the door when Julie suggested she live with her in the log cabin.

"I'm not old and past my prime," said Helen Indignantly. "I'm staying here and you are moving to the cabin," said Helen, coughing hysterically while grabbing for her packet of cigarettes. Julie wished Helen would stop smoking or at least smoke less, but that was not about to happen. Every time Julie broached the subject of quitting smoking, Helen either spoke to her sharply to 'shut-up' or abruptly would get up and walk away.

Julie was concerned about Helen's coughing. She noticed it more and more on Sundays when she visited Helen. Julie believed the coughing was the result of a lifetime of smoking by Helen. And her gravely voice was getting worse as time went on.

Helen insisted Julie come every Sunday for a homemade fish dinner and then didn't care to hear from Julie the rest of the week. Julie had tried calling during the week to talk to her mother, but Helen was sharp and to the point and got off the phone quickly. Usually, Julie was left with the phone at her ear as her mother hung up. "CLICK" had become the normal way their phone calls ended. Helen was the stubbornest and hardest of the local Mainers, thought Julie.

Helen had been stubborn and hard as long as Julie could remember of her. As a child, Julie had naturally bonded with her father because he was kind, funny and loving. She often wondered why he and Helen had even married as they were so different. She had loved helping him on the lobster boat as she grew up and when he died she had felt lost. Helen just wasn't there for Julie during her bereavement. Julie knew Helen had tried to help her, but Helen had been so busy working trying to provide for them that Julie fell by the wayside.

She had acted out for attention, but it had been for negative attention and the wrong kind of attention. If it hadn't been for Sheriff Johnson, Julie might never have gotten her life together. He was kind like her father and realized what she had needed at the time. She had never meant to be trouble for Helen, but Julie knew her mother held all that against her. And, Helen could be so unforgiving.

Julie had stopped in to see Sheriff Johnson after her return to Boothbay Harbor. They had a great conversation and Julie had thanked him for all he had done for her at that terrible time in her life. They would always be dear friends.

Julie chugged her lobster boat into Covet Cove and pulled into a public spot. She emptied her lobster traps - not many lobsters as she was still working for a better place to fish. She hosed down the boat,and waved to Mack Laren as he cruised around the cove on one of his boat tours of the Boothbay area. When finished, she returned the hose to the dock. She started up the boat and started chugging back home.

There was a little islet open near her cabin and she was able to purchase a spot next to the dock for a good price. Julie docked and tied down the boat. She climbed into her truck and phoned Helen on her cell phone.

Julie had tried to phone Helen three times that day, but there was no answer each time. Again, no answer at her mother's. That's strange, thought Julie, all day and no answer? I'll just swing by, thought Julie, she's probably outside, and I want to know if she wants me to bring some fresh lobster on Sunday.

As Julie pulled in at the house, she saw Helen's car. She must be here, thought Julie. She's always 'the driver' as she never permits anyone to drive her anywhere. Julie rang the door bell - no answer. She knocked and then banged loudly on the front door. Still no answer.

"Ma! 'Ma!" shouted Julie. Helen wouldn't allow Julie to have a key to the house, so she couldn't let herself in. Julie didn't hear anything - just no noise at all.

"This is strange," muttered Julie to herself. She jumped down off the stoop into the yard and walked around the house to the back. She ran up the stairs to the deck and looked in the glass doors.

"Ma!" screamed Julie as she saw Helen lying on the floor between the dinette table and the credenza. Tiger was lying next to her. The small TV on top of the credenza was blaring.

"Ma! Ma!" Julie continued to scream. She jiggled the door - locked. With her keys she tried to jimmy the lock. She pulled her credit card from her pocket and tried to jimmy open the lock that way. Between her keys and the credit card, she finally was able to pop the lock and get in.

Julie grabbed Helen in her arms and when she lifted her, saw the imprint of Helen's body on the carpet and the bloodstain on the credenza and Helen's head where it had hit the credenza. Helen had a huge gash on her left side of her head. Dried, caked blood was everywhere.

Julie checked Helen's vital signs. No pulse anywhere and she wasn't breathing. Julie listened for her heartbeat. Nothing. Julie notice her coloring was gray and her lips were blue. Helen was gone.

"Ma! My God, Ma!" cried Julie as she cradled her mother in her arms. Julie rocked back and forth hugging her mother tightly to her. This was the first hug Julie was able to give her mother since she had returned to Maine.

"Oh Ma! Ma!" Julie cried. "I love you Ma! I love you! I always loved you! Always!

With tears streaming down her face, Julie pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed 911.

Ocean Point, Maine
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    • suzettenaples profile imageAUTHOR

      Suzette Walker 

      5 years ago from Taos, NM

      Paula, thank you so much for your encouraging comments. You are so kind. I am glad you enjoyed reading this story. I love the log cabin, too, and would love to live in one like that. I had an aunt who lived near Boothbay, Maine and that is how I now about that area. The house with the red door was actually her home. She has passed on now so I don't get to Maine as much as I used to. I do love that area of the country.

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      Suzette Walker 

      5 years ago from Taos, NM

      Maria, thank you so much for your kind comments. I am so pleased you enjoyed reading this story. Sometimes my stories have an unhappier ending. I know most here on HP like happy endings, but that is not always realistic. Thanks so much for your encouragement.

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      5 years ago from Carson City

      Suzette......Wonderful! Consider yourself a "Master" at short story writing. Liked this so much, I read it twice. Your choice of photos is excellent. What a gorgeous, peaceful scenario in both Boothbay and Oceanfront. That lovely log cabin encouraged me dream of how fabulous it would be to "live there!" The huge lobsters have me salivating.

      You left your heart with your readers and we can "feel" it......(tears)

      Thanks Suzette. Shared & pinned

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      Maria Jordan 

      5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      You wrote deep from your heart and pulled my tears, dear Suzette.

      This was realistic, riveting and profoundly tragic - yet thoroughly enjoyable to read. You are wise in realizing that not all stories 'can' have a happy ending.

      Sharing and voting UP and UABI. Love, Maria

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      Suzette Walker 

      6 years ago from Taos, NM

      VVanNess: Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoyed this story. I was a short story writer in college, and then got away from it during my teaching years. Now, with some time in retirement, I have gone back to writing short stories some more. They are not great, but they'll do. LOL

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      Victoria Van Ness 

      6 years ago from Fountain, CO

      I love how you're able to write completely different genres so well. Nice job!

    • suzettenaples profile imageAUTHOR

      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      one2get2no: Thank you for your kind comments and I am glad you enjoyed my story. Sometimes stories end sadly and I know everyone here on HP likes happy endings, but sometimes I write unhappy endings. I have other stories where the endings are happy. That's what is great about writing - we can make our stories end happily whether that happens in real life or not. Thanks so much for stopping by to read this!

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      Philip Cooper 

      7 years ago from Olney

      Great short story well written and it held my attention. Such a sad ending but you captured the essence wonderfully.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      DreamerMeg: Thanks so much for reading this story of mine. Sometimes life is ambiguous and that is what this story represents, I guess. I am glad you enjoyed reading this.

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      7 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Enjoyed this story. A sad ending and yet, maybe it was for the best. Julie will not need to have regrets. She did the best she could and with Helen's smoking, it was maybe a better way to go than a long bout with lung cancer!

    • suzettenaples profile imageAUTHOR

      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      mulindaelliot: Thank you so much. I think you are the only one who agrees that things don't always end happily or like we wish they would. So many want a Part II to this story, but for me, it's just not there. How it ends is how this particular story ends. Thanks so much for your insight and for your comments - most appreciated.

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      7 years ago from Louisiana

      Nice story. Fiction shouldn't always have a happy ending. Sometimes things don't wrap up nice and neat at the end.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Kim: Thank you so much for your interesting analysis! You are quite insightful. I like to write about relationships. I have so enjoyed your writing also. I loved Tangerine Dreams - I think that was such a great story also. I am so glad our paths crossed here on HP as I love to read short stories.

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      7 years ago from North Carolina

      It is so difficult to reconnect once a connection has been broken. It is the talented writer who can bring the reader in and make he or she vested in the story and the outcome. Both of which you were able to accomplish. Excellent story. Excellent writer.


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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Globetrekkermel: Thanks and I'm glad you enjoyed this story also. I don't have a sequel to this one yet, but I will give it some serious thought! LOL Thank you so much for your enthusiasm.

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      7 years ago from CALIFORNIA

      Love it. Can't wait for the sequel.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Jackie: Thank you so much for reading this and I'm glad you found it interesting and convincing. I appreciated your comments and your taking the time to read this.

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      Jackie Lynnley 

      7 years ago from the beautiful south

      Wow, so sad and such a loss of love, which of course many times is this true. Convincing! lol Very good, up and sharing.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Gypsy: Thank you so much for your comments. I am so glad you enjoyed this story and found it engaging. I appreciated your visit as always!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      7 years ago from Daytona Beach, Florida

      Voted up. A story which just takes you and pulls you along. Fantastic and passing this on.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Eddy, thanks so much for your lovely comments. I enjoy all of your hubs also and they are always so positive. Thanks so much for your visit.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Thank you Blossom. So glad you enjoyed reading this and thank you so much for your insightful comments. I appreciate your visit.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Thank you, Nell. I appreciate your comments. Life is short and we can't waste it on silly stubbornness and non-communication. Thanks for reading this.

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      7 years ago from Wales

      Wonderful Suzette ;I love each and everyone of your hubs and this gem no exception. Have a wonderful day.


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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 

      7 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A great story with a real heart to it - and a good moral lesson, too. Never put off until tomorrow what you should do today.

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      Nell Rose 

      7 years ago from England

      Great story suzette, kept me on the edge of my seat! it just goes to show that people should learn not to be stubborn or hold back because they never know when its their time, wonderful!

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Hi Becky: Glad you enjoyed this story. Thanks for reading this. Glad you got some hugs! Your visit is appreciated!

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      Becky Katz 

      7 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Wonderful story, I really enjoyed it. Brought back a few memories of trying to go home myself. I did get to hug them and tell them I loved them.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Faith: I know, you can be here one day and gone the next. One never knows. When I read of your brush with cancer, I think it got me thinking in that way. I am so glad you are here on HP, to have met you, and to read your incredibly wonderful writings. Your Hugs of the Day are wonderful, Faith and you add so much to HP. I am so glad you enjoyed this and thanks so much for reading - as always, you are so appreciated!

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Thanks Jaye, I never though of it as a 'twofer". I am glad you pointed that out. Thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed this. I appreciated your visit.

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      Faith Reaper 

      7 years ago from southern USA

      Suzzette, I just love all your writings, but your creative writing is special. This piece of creative fiction is powerful and does leave one with the thought of not taking one day of life for granted and without telling those we love, that we love them, for not one of us is guaranteed a tomorrow!

      Have a beautiful day. Up and more and sharing.

      Blessings to you and yours,

      Faith Reaper

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      Jaye Denman 

      7 years ago from Deep South, USA

      Suzette - Good story! The best fiction either tells an entertaining story or tells an entertaining story while simultaneously presenting a message in non-preachy form. Your story does the latter--a good "two-fer."

      Voted Up++


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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      mckbirdbks: I prefer creative writing also, but I have to wait for the inspiration for a good story. They just don't come overnight! LOL So I fill in the time with academic writing - there are students out there that those help, so I don't feel useless! LOL Thanks so much for your comments - like Bill, coming from you they mean a lot. I am so glad you enjoyed reading this.

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      Bill: Thanks so much for your lovely comments. Coming from you that means alot! I am glad you enjoyed reading this. I do love short story writing. I keep hoping one of these stories will evolve into a novel, but I may be like Alice Munro - this may be my only forte!

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      Suzette Walker 

      7 years ago from Taos, NM

      markdarmafall: Thanks so much for your insightful comments. Life is short and should never be taken for granted. If you love someone - tell them. Yes, never waste time as it is too precious. Thanks so much for your visit.

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      7 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello suzettenaples. I like when you wonder from your academic presentations and delve into your creative side. This is a wonderful story, scenic and sincere. Here the daughter had come to her senses but was unable to repair the hurt that Helen felt. You captured it perfectly.

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      Bill Holland 

      7 years ago from Olympia, WA

      The short story format is, in my opinion, one of the harder to write. You must squeeze an entire story into very few words and include all elements of a good novel as well. You have done it well here, Suzette. Well done indeed.

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      7 years ago from Moundsville,WV

      Wow! that story gave me chills. That goes to show that we only have a short time here on earth to be with our loved ones. A day wasted is a day we can never get back. Awesome story thanks for sharing it



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