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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GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 5
I got an idea. First, I bundled Beanie inside the blankets, like a burrito, then waited until the men’s footsteps pounded up the stairs to kick in the door. Quietly opening the window above the porch roof, I climbed out, hanging onto the window frame, hauling my shaking little girl behind me in the blanket burrito. I hated heights. Hated them with a passion.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 4
"Put your seat belt on, this instant!" I ordered as the truck slammed into the back bumper, sending Beanie through the air and landing her onto the cleaning tub behind the seat. She was in shock and very quiet but, I could do nothing to help her. My heart was breaking at the same time it was pounding out of my chest.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
GOD LAUGHS LAST, pt. 1
Katie's swim lessons began today at Leisure Camp Honey Pot, which left poor Beanie with no one to watch her. She tagged along with me while I cleaned the campground bathrooms, cabins, and off-site cottages. I'd been working for the Godfreys at their camp all summer, nearing my goal of saving a down payment on the trailer down the road.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
NO BOUNDARIES, NO CLUE. Top Story - August 2024.
See that kite? Flying free and easy through the clouds, pushed this way and that by random puffs of wind. That’s me. Upon deep examination of my convoluted and tortured path in life, I’ve realized I have no boundaries and no clue where I’m going or what I’m doing.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Longevity
Your Grandparents Were Badass
· My high school class of 1972 had a special reunion last weekend. It was called ’72 turns 70. Looking at the photos from the event I realized that our generation has become very different grandpas and grandmas. Blue curls were no where to be seen. All the women wore stylish doos and if I didn’t know better, no one in the crowd had gray hair. No comb overs on the men, either. They were either benefitting from Monoxidil or clean shaven.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Longevity
Battle on The Home Front
As soon as I walked in the camp store, Mrs. Godfrey greeted me with an order to follow her to the office. The girls headed into the community room behind Mr. Godfrey to begin morning activities with their personal entertainment director. The girls adored Gordy and he felt the same about them. Today he would have them put together all the puzzles in the back room that had been tossed from their boxes.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Chapters
