23 January 2017 Today marks the 17th anniversary of my mom, Lucia Romano Preziotti’s death. For those who knew her personally–sadly only a handful of people left in my life–she was the kindest soul with the strongest heart, a believer in the underdog, and a supportive if quietly reserved #feminist. Born in the late 20s,Continue reading “modern day warriors: this is what feminism looks like”
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there is magic in the quiet dawn of a new day
23 January 2016 It was a quiet dawn of a new day very much like this one (minus the blizzard warning). The living room was rearranged earlier in the weekend so she could see the snowflakes in the moonlight. Dad and I were watching Lauren Bacall play an American governess in North West Frontier. WeContinue reading “there is magic in the quiet dawn of a new day”
fresh snow, the sting of losing a loved one
23 January 2015 It was a quiet night like this one except it might have been snowing. The room was rearranged earlier in the weekend so she watch the snowflakes in the moonlight. We were watching Lauren Bacall play an American governess in North West Frontier. We had said goodbye to my brother and hisContinue reading “fresh snow, the sting of losing a loved one”
repercussions
numb, stoic, empty that’s how i feel. lost, confused trying to make sense of overwhelming every day chaos times two. foolish, i believed caring for my mom would prepare me for right now. impossibly not. back then dad and i had to learn to be close, friends. i didn’t count on that dynamic changing soContinue reading “repercussions”
Hero Mom In Memoriam
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distanced by a decade, memories breathe still
Three years apart in age, my mom (b.1928) and dad (b.1925) were born at the beginning of the Great Depression. Their early childhood stories are family-focused, tales of sacrifice and tragedy, of making do with all that they had. Their joy sprung from the little things: trips to Coney Island, walking along the boardwalk, hand-me downContinue reading “distanced by a decade, memories breathe still”
Newborn
Pride, for a dear friend Chasing a dream for a child. With no man in sight. Solo parenting? No doubt it’s a life challenge But it can be done. Is she strong enough? That’s the real question, isn’t it? Here’s where love steps in.