My mother is the only person to ever give me a diamond. Yet, even she kept taking it back. Once I put all the pieces of this story together it became a possibility to me that this praying mantis, this “Symbol of God”, this “Divine Messenger” could be my mother and she could very wellContinue reading “THE NECKLACE”
Category Archives: writing about life
No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.
… And I love the blues. Cause I got the blues just like anyone else got the blues. But this white girl always had this little nagging thing in the back of her head. Not poor enough, not rich enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not ugly enough, not thin enough, not fat enough,Continue reading “No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.”
DNA
DNA .. Bloodlines … Ancestry … Naples .. Bari … When I went to Italy, I stood outside of a the Hotel Luna in Amalfi. I have been told that the Barbaro’s, my mothers family on my grandfathers side, owned and operated that Hotel. I walked inside. I was fully prepared to introduce myself. IContinue reading “DNA”
Making friends with the Moon.
Sleeping has not been coming easy since I left New Jersey. I’m used to a full uninterrupted 7 hours and that’s just not happening. It’s like I’m In a Twilight kinda resting thing. I finally put some heavier curtains over the windows since the moon is so bright. A local woman told me to “makeContinue reading “Making friends with the Moon.”
Crow mind.
Just as the full gravity of Abraham Verghese’s character Shiva, finds his life’s path in Cutting for Stone, and tears are streaming down my face and as I’m cutting stencils to change directions on the paintings that I have begun, I think of my good friend Fred, who loaned me the audio book. I thoughtContinue reading “Crow mind.”
Night # 1 The Shaman at the Verizon Store
It’s a strange inexplicable fear that has come over me because my little cell phone has become non functional and it seems that whatever I or verizon does has no power to fix it so that the checking calling checking answering looking clicking touching caressing the thing is not a part of my day minuteContinue reading “Night # 1 The Shaman at the Verizon Store”
3 days… And counting down.
In 3 days, I will be in the road, in my car and heading for New Mexico for my very first artist residency. I’m not sure why I haven’t ever gone to an artist residency before. It seems kind of silly, really, that I haven’t. There are various reasons that I could manage to musterContinue reading “3 days… And counting down.”
Val Sivilli 