Author’s Note: This was written 3 years ago when I learned my dad had died. Reposting today in memory of him. 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… Continue Reading “Goodbye Dad”
My sister and I sat down to supper looking at our plates we asked what is this mom? Fried squirrel, now eat, do you need some sweet butter?
Unbound memories Surrounded by confusion
He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg Yesterday, I said good-bye to my father for the last time. And although he was never in my life much, there is a new emptiness… Continue Reading “Saying Adios, Dad”
Unanswered -Linda Lee Lyberg Shrouded in lies and mystery How did you and my mother meet? What is my true family history? Did you sweep her off her feet?
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… Continue Reading “Goodbye Dad”
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… Continue Reading “Grandpa”