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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Dreams are Eye Openers. Top Story - July 2023.
It was overwhelming. There was just too much useless stuff I needed to pack in order to catch my flight back to Syracuse, NY in time. How did I accumulate all this junk in one year of college, I thought? I was furiously cramming books, term papers, notebooks, clothes, shoes, toys, candy, Christmas gifts, antiques, kitchen appliances, musical instruments, and lampshades into my variety of carry-on bags, suitcases, and trunks.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Humor
The Garden of Earthly Delights. Content Warning.
For years I've been obsessed with this painting. As a teen, it frightened, yet drew me to itself. In my twenties, I lived it. During my church years, I was revolted by it. Now, as I reach the end of my life I am simply fascinated by it.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Art
Message to the Monster. Content Warning.
Dear Headless man, How long had you been hiding beneath my bed? Didn’t you know that I was already afraid to fall asleep in the dark? Couldn’t you hear me crying out to my daddy almost every night that I couldn’t sleep. He would come to my room and give me half a baby aspirin and tell me it was a ‘sleeping pill’, smooth my ringlets and say, ‘It’s all right, Dolly, go to sleep.’
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Men
Joy, Short-lived
My boyfriend, Jake, and I had just spent the evening discussing our latest dilemma, my pregnancy. He had driven like a maniac to an open diner through two feet of snow because he couldn't stand being cooped up in my hotel room all night. When we got back to the parking lot at the hotel after breakfast, there were snowdrifts covering up an icy mess. His truck plowed through it effortlessly and he pulled up close to the door of the room.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Families
A Life, Frame by Frame
About twenty years ago I developed a severe blood infection. My husband had just flown out to California for his company, leaving me at home with our two teenage kids in Upstate New York. I had spent the night with Bob in a hotel near the airport for a proper goodbye, as he was to be gone for a month.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Humans
The Dragon Immortal
Glittery orbs of tin foil stacked to the rocky ceiling tumble down in a shower of shine when the sorceress moon pushes the waves, filling the cave. Frothy tendrils reached into the darkness, pulling her collection out to sea. Even swiftly moving scales and monstrous tail cannot retrieve them all. Some are lost, adrift on the shimmering, opal bay, bobbing in the surf. Memories floating away. Perhaps it’s better that way.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Fiction
Petunia in an Onion Patch
Mornings began with Mommy and I walking my older sister to school. When we got back home it was my time, as my mother would be getting the house ready for the day. I was a very timid and tiny three-year-old. A magnet for neighborhood bullies and my older sister. When the bullies were at school I could finally relax and live in my own fairy tale.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Humans
