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 🇮🇹”
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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.”
Deanna left the conversation. Tuesday 10:02 pm
but, started another… This post is days in the making. Words have been rattling around my head, unable to stay still long enough to fall into place. Just when I think I’ve pinned them down, the winds of change blow and they scatter like a pile of loose leaves. While I find my place inContinue reading “Deanna left the conversation. Tuesday 10:02 pm”
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…”
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 🌻 