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2012 goals

The New Year is coming closer, maybe our last (depending on what you've read on the internet). I'm still in a Christmas spirit, but I am looking forward to making a fresh start with both personal and professional goals.
I already do well exercising, but I could kick that up a notch. I'd like to go meat-free more often, and learn the art of that type of cuisine. Drink more water. Read more. Finish a collection of art for a small show--would be my first ever. Take ballet. Start a daily journal.
Get a regular gig. Can be small and obscure--I like obscure. But it has to be regular because I'm not good at lining up gigs. I'm too shy and too much of a homebody. I would rather be around my kids every second of the day and night, but I HAVE TO GET GIGS or the music will fade away.
I'm going to dye my hair like Florence Welch. That bitch (I love her ) has my hair. Haha, she's so lovely. We're both really tall, and she has the guts to wear stilletos. I'm goin…

Trololo

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A Christmas Carol

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I am a HUGE Christmas Carol junkie. Every year I watch or listen to many tellings and never tire of doing so. My favorite is the Alastair Sim version. It is gritty and gothic, and Sim is fantastic in the way he leaves all abandon to portray a man so haunted by the daggers of his own doings that he cannot crawl one more inch into life without regret or hatred, or change. Sim also captures so perfectly Scrooge on Christmas morning when the miser is taught to love Christmas, dancing around in his nightgown with giggles and wild hair.


Why do I love this story so much? One essential reason could be that it's a ghost story and I've always been fascinated with the paranormal. But it's also a tale of human reformation and that's something else I have also been fascinated with. Many nights I've lain awake thinking of the human condition, and all its sadness, and wondered how each of us would find a way to true knowing.
This radio version below with the late, great Orson Well…

My Christmas card to you!

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Acceptance!

I had a bit of good (great) news yesterday. A story I sent will be published! I'm so happy--it's my Christmas present for sure. I always get a gift out of the blue, and this is definitely it. It's for the new, shiny Vine Leaves Literary Journal which I believe comes out in January. I feel very lucky to be a part of the first lineup of writers. The funny thing is, I waited until the last minute to submit because I didn't think I had anything, but then I remembered a certain piece and sent it in real quick. Gotta love that. Anyway, I'll let you know when the first issue is released.
There's another story I sent in yesterday to a different journal, and I'm hoping it will get published as well. But two in a row would be way too generous for the universe. Or maybe not. I'll let the universe handle that.
Took the kids shopping. We went all over the place, with a nice break for lunch. They never acted bad, really. I'm proud of them. And I was kind of amazed…

It's the time for the season

It's time for Christmas Break! The kids will be home for almost three weeks. I don't think I ever had that much time off when I was a kid! Regardless, I'm very happy to have them with me all day, every day. Though Julia is the messiest human on earth, and Liam clings to me like an octopus, it's okay, because I love having my family near me. I'd homeschool, but the fact is I would make a horrible teacher so that option is out. Plus I need writing time. But you know what? I learned that I actually write more with them around than when they're gone. Shhhh! Don't tell anyone I told you that!
You ask--has Amy finished all her shopping? Why yes I have! Er, no. No, I haven't. But it's okay. I'll go out there tonight and kick some shopping gluteus maximus. Just a few more things and I'm done . . .
We already made a gingerbread house yesterday. No kits, either. I always start from scratch, making the dough and cutting out pieces I drafted myself. Then…

For Molly

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This is for our dear friend Molly who has been having some rough times lately. If you know Molly, then you know she has a great spirit and is a lovely person in so many ways--too many to count!
Molly, and everyone, you might like this. I know it's kind of strange to match up Natalie Cole and Andrea Bocelli, but it works so well. Merry Christmas, my friend. You're such a beautiful, sweet person to know!

Faces

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Almost every afternoon I take a walk with Henry. Afterwards I try to write. Sometimes I write a lot and it's beautiful. Sometimes I can't write at all, and I feel hopeless. Sometimes I feel like a ghost. The children come home and I become distracted by their talk and messes--and that is good. One thing I've found myself doing is drawing faces of women. Not women I know, just random lines until something appears. Their expressions surprise me--I never know what kind of characteristics they'll extend until the last line. When I see each completed piece it's like I know them and they know me. But somehow we're all strangers.











Can't Beat Free

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A few years ago I wrote a Christmas story and posted it on this blog, and I've always wanted to put it out as a short story e-book. So . . . I finally did it. There was some slight editing involved, but it's very close to the original. Best of all it's free. The formatting was difficult--I had to download a manual and still didn't get it quite right. But, who the heck cares anyway? Well, let's just call it my practice story : ) It's what's in the story that counts anyway.
BTW, I did the front cover myself. I was going to have Julia make the card for me, but she wouldn't so I had to pretend to be a kid and do it myself last night. Kind of fun. Can't believe Julia wouldn't do art on demand. BAH! Who does she think she is, anyway?
Okay, enjoy. If you do read it, thank you and Merry Christmas! Don't worry if you don't have a Kindle. You can download it as PDF as well as a few other non-Kindle readers. Here's the link: Ralph's Christm…

John Lennon and the Mercy Street Café

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Thursday was the 31st anniversary of John Lennon's murder. Not a day to be happy about. But it has become a nice day to honor the man for all the music and the ideas he left behind. I usually write something, but I didn't feel like it. For once, I wanted to read what other people had to say instead of spewing how I felt. How I feel is obvious: his death makes me mad, sad, heartbroken. Such a waste of a beautiful life. While reading articles online, I found out about a book titled John Lennon and the Mercy Street Café. I read the sample and thought, "This is how I want to spend the rest of the evening." It was such a great concept. Instead of dying, John Lennon passes straight into a parallel reality where only a young Amy Parisi can see him. It draws her away from the suicidal thoughts she's been having, taking her on a trip that will challenge the ideals and ways in which she lives her life. She quits her job, ends an unhealthy relationship, and starts acting by…

Flickering of Lights

My father used to run reels at the local movie theater. It wasn't one of those mega, multi-movie places like they have now. It was just a simple, one room auditorium with red velvet curtain and little lights along the floor. No special seating, no special effects. Just one movie at a time. We'd go Sunday after church to see Disney movies.
Life, under the lights of a huge flashing screen with full color and stereo sound, is a lot better than what it usually is. It's cleaner. It's more vibrant. It's happier. There's music to come in and rouse your emotions. For kisses, or homecomings, or deaths. When danger is lurking the music gives you good warning, enough to cover your eyes in time. Life is rarely like that. None of us know when danger, or heartbreak, is coming. It just comes.
One night my mother needed my father to take care of me for a few hours, so she took me to the movie theater and drove away. Dad and I went into a secret door and up a flight of stairs. …