America, 1914, destination Ellis Island. June 29 marked the beginning of my Italian family in the United States; the day Paul Vittori married Nina.
Everybody must get stoned … a most invasive earworm. Bob Dylan’s quirky song Rainy Day Women #12 and 35 topped the 1966 pop charts. I was a toddler.
I’m very excited to announce I was a prize winner for a local writing competition The Phidian Art Club of Dixon, Illinois Literary Competition. A very special friend encouraged me to submit a story – I hesitated but decided to give it a shot. I was very excited and humbled to place in my first … More A Season of Angels – edited
“Any concerns?” I hear unease in Dr. Marc’s voice.
Sitting in Walgreen’s parking lot I stare through the rain-smeared windshield, evening traffic rambles by. … More I’m Not Dancing
I’m lobbying to protest a Tax Bill proposing public dollars pay for elective abortions. … More Full Disclosure
Imitated each step. Followed every instruction. I struggle to prepare a meal to her perfection. I don’t possess the patience or skill to achieve mom’s cooking precision. She didn’t leave me her magic wand.
Journalism class taught me to hunt for 5 W’s & H. Who. What. When. Where. Why. How. That’s it. Just the FACTS. Professors placed a huge red ‘F’ on an article containing a modicum of my opinion. They did it for the sanctity of Journalism – unbiased reporting to the public of events impacting daily … More Where have all the Brokaws gone?
The view from where I’m standing would be impressive if I could open my eyes. ‘Why am I here? I must be crazy,’ I argue with myself. I shiver in the slight breeze even though the temperature is in the high 80s. Sound is muffled like I’m under water, but I’m not there yet.
Boxes of unopened perfume and powder line the top shelf of her armoire. She adored gifts in her latest favorite scent, White Diamonds. I sigh as I wonder what to do with each of them.