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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Double Entrée or Something
Chapter 18 I was so finished with Tom. Lying to my face about loving me and always being there for me. I could barely stand to look at him. After he left the house I got up the courage to call Rick for comfort. He rushed to my side and "comforted" me all afternoon at "our" hotel until I could barely walk. We took a break and went to dinner at a fancy restaurant in a nearby town.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
Chapter 13 My first official date with Rick was interrupted by a call from Mom's nursing home. She had fallen and fractured her pelvis. An ambulance was bringing her to a nearby hospital. Rick wouldn't allow me to drive after three rum and cokes. Instead, he drove and decided to sit and wait with me to keep me company. He got his opportunity to be the knight in shining armor for me that evening and it was a refreshing change for me, who always had to deal with these things alone.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
The Circus
Blue lines on a white page, I can still see the words in my mind's eye. My fifth-grade English assignment was to write about anything we thought was fun. It had to be, oh horrors, two whole pages long! All weekend I puzzled over this assignment like my life depended on it, trying to come up with ideas. Not able to put it off any longer, on Sunday afternoon I settled in for a session of torture at the kitchen table. With pen in hand, a pack of three-hole notebook paper in front of me, and a dictionary, I began. After writing first page after first page, then crumbling the paper up into balls that I tossed across the kitchen into the trash can, some successfully, some not so much, I finally settled upon the topic, the Circus.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Writers
Save One Bullet
During my trip to the mall, I intended to buy myself the works, cut, color, nails, pedicure and finish off the day with a week’s worth of brand-new clothes. It was early enough in the day at the salon they had plenty of openings. After telling the stylist what I wanted she began mixing up a magic potion in a little ceramic cup and snapped on gloves like she was preparing to do a prostate exam. Wait. I don’t have one of those.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
It Takes Two. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
Chapter 4 Save One Bullet 'Torture him', the mirror had told me. I could follow the mirror’s good advice and shred Tom piece by piece for the next thirty or so years instead of divorcing him. Then, again, as I ruminated over the last twenty years, and the imbalance of our relationship, perhaps things were never as rosy as they had seemed. Had mom’s progressing dementia become such a focus in my life that I missed the signs of a failing marriage?
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet. Top Story - August 2023.
Shaking myself back to life after my near miss with death and prison, I checked on my phone for motels in the area and found three that looked promising. The closest one was the ‘Rest Inn’. It was five minutes away from my location, so I drove past it, quickly. Ugh. Nope. Not while I still had working credit cards.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Coal in my Stocking
Chapter 8, G-Is for String, Oh Canada! A memoir of my years dancing in strip clubs On Saturday morning, I was up before anyone else and grabbed the bathroom before the others soiled it. After my hair had dried, I threw my boots and winter gear on to go 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, where I was dancing, and I marched off in that direction.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
