Nothing quite like a Mother’s love …A slightly different kind of story about a Mom 🖤

Squeezing between bodies as I made my way to the back of the bar, I brushed up against a tall lean figure standing with his back to me. He turned in my direction and as I glanced up I found myself locked into the wild eyed stare of an infamous local legend. I stumbled allContinue reading “Nothing quite like a Mother’s love …A slightly different kind of story about a Mom 🖤”

Cat Tales 🖤

I’m grieving … I’m grieving a 17 lb black cat named Massacre. A 17 lb black cat who 16 Valentine Days ago was born to a feral park dwelling mama. Massacre and I had something in common… My mother dwelled in the same park and was a bit feral herself. Shortly after this (then) scrawnyContinue reading “Cat Tales 🖤”

In “Deanna” wants me 🎶

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 🎶”

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 🇮🇹”

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…”