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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Leaving Hope Behind
My great-grandmother, Cristiana Coppa, and her four daughters, one heavy with child, climbed gingerly up the slimy ladders of steerage section in the White Star Line's Ship, RMS Romanic, stated to be the fastest in the fleet. Her son-in-law, Antonio Putano, had heard they were approaching the dock at Boston Harbor and roused them all to join him on the deck to see, for the first time, their new homeland, America.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Families
Little Piggies Don't Shop. Content Warning.
We are all guilty. We've all done it, telling the terrorizing tale of the piggies gone to market, giggling at a toddler's delight. We are, at our core, sadistic monsters, passing our gallows humor on to generations following, while wiggling little toes.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Humor
Pink Flip Flops. Top Story - July 2023. Content Warning.
In the summer of 1980, my heart was slowly mending from a seven-month-long love affair that went up in flames and fireworks, Fatal Attraction style without the bunny stew. There were no emotions that were not plumbed to their depths throughout those months, love, passion, lust, envy, jealousy, fury, misery, anguish, and regret.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Confessions
No Villain? No Story
The Bad Guy We all love our main characters. What about the bad guy? Is he or she just about moving the plot of the story along, or are they the central theme of the story? Do they bring out the weaknesses and strengths of our main characters? What would our tales be like without them?
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Poets
Waking in the Ether. Content Warning.
A fragile world existed inside of my toddler mind. A world which my mother never had the patience, nor the interest in understanding. Each violent tremor and panicked scream, resulting from my insidious night terrors brought only derision and a scolding from this paragon of warmth and motherly tenderness.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Families
