Memories of someone elseās 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 IāveContinue reading “Shared memories…”
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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…”
Sex, lies, & video, in a small town….my daughterās own words on her high school years…
Final English assignment ….Senior Speech 2020 āThank you so much to the teachers who worked so hard with her. Sadly though, the overall memory of her highschool years will always be of a place where the abusers win, and her senior year was stolen from her. Maybe someday teenage girls who don’t play sports, willContinue reading “Sex, lies, & video, in a small town….my daughterās own words on her high school years…”
Montauk Memories & Such š
I know when I shared my āNo really, Iām Italianā 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 āonContinue reading “Montauk Memories & Such š”
A tragic date in history…
When fortunately one tragedy happens to pave over the memory of another…
No really, Iām Italian āļø
No really, Iām Italian, is a phrase Iāve 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, āIām Italianā. Blonde hair, green eyes, alabaster skin, with freckles…āIām Italianā.Continue reading “No really, Iām Italian āļø”
A Mother by any other name…
Itās Motherās Day weekend and Iām thinking about my mothers…Iāve 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, canāt 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 āintroductoryā, however the only thing I ever really introduced was the blog ideas I wonāt 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…”
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