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…”
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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 🐚”
A tragic date in history…
When fortunately one tragedy happens to pave over the memory of another…
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…”
Please allow me to introduce myself…
Ok, so I referred to my second post as my “introductory”, however the only thing I ever really introduced was the blog ideas I won’t be doing. Next in an attempt to actually introduce myself, I somehow got the bright idea to start in the beginning ….as in the beginningest beginning possible …cue pregnant teenContinue reading “Please allow me to introduce myself…”
Seahorses and Sunflowers 🌻 