Megan Passerello
Bio
I'm 28, currently in New England, and if I'm not half asleep on the couch while my boyfriend and our cat watch TV, I'm usually either at a concert, dying my hair, or just half asleep somewhere else in the apartment. I work a lot.
Stories (4)
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The Stories of my Fathers
It started - for us, at least - way back in 1907, on a ship, in Genoa, Italy. My great, great grandfather Giovanni Passariello and his family, along with his brother and HIS family, boarded a ship to take them from their little town of San Felice a Cancello to the United States. Upon arriving in Ellis Island, the brothers were ushered into separate lines to obtain their paperwork and documents. During this process, they were given shortened (albeit, barely) versions of their now-different last names. My side became Passerello, and the pair was so happy to be on their way to new lives that they never went through the process to change them back, or match them again.
By Megan Passerello4 years ago in Families
Something About Wormholes
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. To be fair, there weren’t always colonies of mushroom people in the forest or sentient scarecrows in the desert, either. If I remember correctly - and it’s getting hard to, I’ll tell ya - the dragons are the most recent, at least for this area, and they’ve been here for a few years.
By Megan Passerello4 years ago in Fiction
