Tina D'Angelo
Bio
I am a 70-year-old grandmother, who began my writing career in 2022. Since then I have published 6 books, all available on Barnes and Noble or Amazon.
BARE HUNTER, SAVE ONE BULLET, G-IS FOR STRING, AND G-IS FOR STRING: OH, CANADA
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What My Therapist Doesn't Know. Top Story - December 2023.
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Confessions
Save One Bullet
My mind was wandering and I was thinking about the upcoming evening with Rick, when one of my students barfed all over her dress and the floor, causing the child next to her to gag and vomit also. Janitor time. I had to call the office and herd the class out of the room until it was cleaned up.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Death of Class
Too bad I couldn’t have bottled that weekend with my boyfriend, Jake, and carried it around in my pocket for the next month. Every day I convinced myself that either he had forgotten about me and was happily back home with his wife trying to procreate, or he had met another girl as dumb as I was and had forgotten me.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
G-Is for String. Content Warning.
Chapter 6 Soon after I began putting together my new shows, Don, my agent, decided it was time to send me on tour in Ohio. Four cities, one week each in Akron, Columbus, Cleveland, and Youngstown. The big times. I packed up my new music and costumes and boarded the bus to Ohio at the Greyhound station on a drizzly, gray Sunday afternoon. Sunday would be my traveling day for the next thirteen years whenever I was on the road.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Oh, Canada
Chapter 8 On Saturday morning, I was up first and grabbed the bathroom before the other dancers soiled it. After my hair had dried, I got dressed and threw my winter gear on to walk to confession. The other day when I went uptown to the Immigration Office, I saw a Catholic Church about five or six blocks from Hanrahan's strip club, and I marched off in that direction.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
I was staying with my friend, Brenda until I found a place of my own. We were getting the daylights pounded out of us with a lake-effect snow storm coming in off Lake Ontario. The snow was falling an inch an hour and the high winds had turned it into a blizzard. Everything was shut down in and around Syracuse and Brenda had the next day off from the library. So, I asked her to help me with research on getting even with the people who had treated me so badly, Tom, Marcia, Rick, and I added Ned Wesson, simply because I didn't like him.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet. Content Warning.
When I got home Tom’s car was in the driveway and very few lights were on. Tom was sitting in the living room with a beer in hand. The coffee table held a greasy pizza box and a half dozen empty beer bottles were strewn carelessly on the table.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
After my husband, Tom, went berserk on me, I couldn't wait to pack my shit up and get out of that house. Returning for the last load of belongings, which now would include every stitch of décor that wasn’t nailed down, I saw a familiar vehicle in the driveway. Shit. Marcia. What was she doing here?
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
The Funeral Chapter 30 Since I was the first to arrive, I wanted to check out how Mom looked in peace and quiet. Whoops, wrong Mom. This woman could have been Mom if she had been a little younger and less round. Her hair and face were similar enough. I got a silly thought as I glanced at the name tag over the viewing room, ‘Mrs. Ethel Howard’
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
Chapter 25 Tom had just laid out his financial plans for us after my mother's death. He'd taken out an enormous insurance policy on her and was planning on living high on the hog with it. I was stunned and incensed by his opportunistic greed and let him know.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
Chapter 27 I stopped in the food court at the mall and sat by the windows facing the lake. Mom used to love coming here to watch the eagles in the Winter. For her, I took a few pictures of eagles diving for fish in Onondaga Lake. It was something we enjoyed doing together until she became unable to catch her breath while walking. I had to face it. When Mom died, I lost my only real friend.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
