Category: Non fiction

Goodbye Dad

Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017 Dear Friends and Followers- I received a call this morning that…

Grandpa

All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew. He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head…

43 Cats

Good Morning all-   This post is a bit off my usual posts of stories and poetry. But I need some advice. In particular this goes out to my fellow female bloggers. But male bloggers, feel free to contribute if you have any insight…

Waiting on DNA

So many people are of mixed heritage; everyone is from somewhere else. “-G. Willow Wilson In January of 1973, my father changed his name. Not only his first name, but his entire legal name. In the district court of Harris County Texas, the man…

Waiting,Waiting,Praying

The date, forever inked in crimson on her soul like a tawdry tattoo. November 6, 2012. Election day. Two hours since the call. Motorcycle accident, trauma center, broken bones, blow to the head, no helmet. I’m okay, he says. She does not believe him….

Un Pequeño Milagro (A Small Miracle)

Since I began writing this blog, I have been on a journey through my colorful past. I search for photos to post that pertain to my particular story. I run across others that are meaningful and bring back memories of those I have lost…

My Mother’s Ashes

My mother sits beside me as I write. She is comfortably ensconced in a beautiful wooden box; ashes are all that remain of her mortal body. Yet, I cannot bring myself to dispose of these shards of bone and heaps of grey dust. They were once…

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