I say “stories that are mine to tell”, but is this one really mine? Many memories overlap and intersect with someone else’s, but this story does not live in the black and white world of my memory vs theirs, having been created during shared experiences, thus creating a story we both call our own. ThisContinue reading “In “Deanna” wants me 🎶”
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Just an old soul trying to get home 🔮⚜️💛
⚜️One last dna tale blogpost..which is actually the first dna tale that I wrote about and shared on my social media. Now having painted the full ancestry result debacle, I’ll wrap it up here with this sweet discovery. As I mentioned in the post before last, I have a deep soul connection with New OrleansContinue reading “Just an old soul trying to get home 🔮⚜️💛”
2% 2 late 🇮🇹
So to the question “where’s my Italian?”…Turns out I have an answer… I tracked down 2% of it! As ancestry improves the science behind determining dna, results become tweaked to be more and more accurate. With this fine tuning my ancestral connection to Wales has become very prominent and just for a fun little (hahaContinue reading “2% 2 late 🇮🇹”
My Last Day…
This post was inspired by a question posed by my favorite podcaster… “If your last day alive was in New Orleans, what would you do with your day?”. Now obviously this is set many years into the future, ‘cause you know, I’m going to be old…but fun old, vibrant old, little bit wise old, andContinue reading “My Last Day…”
Shared memories…
Memories of someone else’s memories passed down through the years, delicately intertwined with memories of my own. Memories of words, and images, scents, and sounds, live in my mind with crisp detail, while some are shades of gray, obscured by the shadows in which they were created. Memory is a tricky thing. Many times I’veContinue reading “Shared memories…”
That one time I married a monster…
I made him a Long Island Ice Tea and he went home and told his mother he was going to marry the bartender. It was my first summer as a full time resident of the small east end community I had visited frequently in my youth. As for this Long Island Ice Tea drinking customer,Continue reading “That one time I married a monster…”
You can’t stand in the middle of the road during a revolution.
“Middle of the road” < I’ve taken pride in using that phrase to describe my political position through the years. I’ve put down extremists both right and left. I wanted to be more open minded than that. I wanted to be fair and balanced and see all sides of things. That’s a fucking cop out.Continue reading “You can’t stand in the middle of the road during a revolution.”
Montauk Memories & Such 🐚
I know when I shared my “No really, I’m Italian” post, I left off with a teaser for what would be part two of my dna tales. Then my ex-wedding anniversary rolled around (2nd marriage for those keeping count of marriages I mention in posts), which brought with it several years worth of fb “onContinue reading “Montauk Memories & Such 🐚”
No really, I’m Italian ☘️
No really, I’m Italian, is a phrase I’ve repeated more times than I could ever count. The reason this statement had to be repeatedly stated was due to the disbelief one would express upon hearing it from me the first time I would say, “I’m Italian”. Blonde hair, green eyes, alabaster skin, with freckles…”I’m Italian”.Continue reading “No really, I’m Italian ☘️”
A Mother by any other name…
It’s Mother’s Day weekend and I’m thinking about my mothers…I’ve had grands, and greats, and almost adopted, steps, and in-laws, and like a mom mothers, but I never had a Mommy, not even a Mama or a Ma. Oh well, can’t waste my time longing for what never was, nor will ever be. Luckily IContinue reading “A Mother by any other name…”
Seahorses and Sunflowers 🌻 