"It's More Than Just Memories to Me..."

"Like anyone worthy, I am flattered by your fascination with me. Like any hot-blooded woman, I have simply wanted an object to crave...."
"Are you so strong, or is all the weakness in me?"
"Under Orion's starry sky, I lie in the moonlit garden, wondering when I close my eyes if I'll ever find my heaven...."
In a melancholy mood tonight, falling in love with every song I hear.....

Maybe I'm A Witch.....

I'm going beyond, to a world of my own. This song transcends realities, and I'm going with it. Love moves across time and space and life and death....
"Etienne"
by Tori Amos


Maybe I'm a witch Lost in time Running through the fields Of Scotland by your side Kicked out of France But I still believe Taken to a land Far across the sea Etienne, Etienne Hear the west wind Whisper my name Etienne, Etienne By the morning Maybe we'll remember Who I am Maybe you're the night Who saved my life Maybe we faced The fire side by side Here we are again Under the same sky As the gypsy crystal Slowly dies Etienne, Etienne Hear the west wind Whisper my name Etienne, Etienne By the morning Maybe we'll remember Who I am I close my eyes See you again I know I've held you But I can't remember Where or when Oh Etienne, Etienne Hear the west wind Whisper my name Etienne, Etienne By the morning Maybe we'll remember Who I am

Duly Note!

Note to all bill collectors- Harold Blevins  moved. I am sick of getting his hospital bills. That is my complaint du jour, because frankly, the rest of the day was so god-awful, I don't want to get started!

It's Over

"It's Over" sorry sir, i stole your money. sorry sir, i feel, but it's so, so twisted, so unreal. it was what i'd heard of, and what i didn't have, but i cannot give what i do not have, and i cannot take what i do not have. i can't take it. don't stultify. don't hold me high. don't stultify. don't hold me high. too many things held precious, too many things held dear; that's what i hate, that's what i fear. too much to ask for may leave me feeling lonely. too little leaves me nothing, nothing. the drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said, "it's over, it's over, it's over, it is." what do i wish for you, what do i wish? it's over, it's over, it is. are we still solemn and bleeding? are we still swimming to water that was wet? you can't give away certain things that you get. from the outside to the inside i couldn't tell you how it really was. there has to be more on one hand, keep your head above water on the other, the other. the drone in your voice, and the fly on the wall said, "it's over, it's over, it's over, it is." what do i wish for you, what do i wish? it's over, it's over, it is. are we still solemn and bleeding? are we still swimming to water that was already wet? i can forgive, but i won't forget. i'll wish for you, i'll plead and i'll steal. hold me precious, hold me dear. i'll wish for you, i'll sing and i'll feel. don't stultify, don't hold me high. like a gothic staple, a last good-bye, one way to float is if you die. and it's over, it's over, it's over. it's over, it's over, it's over it's over, it's over.~Lisa Loeb

Pissed Off and Frozen in Hamilton

"It's nothing, they turned off my heat, and I'm just a little weak on my feet....."

"We're hungry and frozen- some life that we've chosen!"

Those are my Rent quotes of the day. I'm sitting here in an icy cold apartment in Hamilton, Ohio, freezing my ass off. It's 46 degrees outside, and I have no heat. I live in public housing, and they aren't turning on our heating system until Friday. I am considering staying with Carrie or my parents until then....I feel like a friggin' Popsicle. Yeah, I just texted Carrie, and she said she'd take me in :) I'll just go home with her after we volunteer for the Dems tomorrow. My mother will bitch me out for going to Carrie's again so soon, but my mother bitches me out for pretty much everything I do, so no loss there. It's dropped to 44 degrees outside, and I'm pretty much ready to just pile on a bunch of blankets and sweaters, and go to bed. Gotta love how Butler Metropolitan Housing Authority values it's residents...."save a buck- freeze the poor and disabled" should be their motto. Oh great. Now Carrie is having second thoughts about keeping me for 4 days....ok, I guess I'll go to West Chester. Ah, dealing with my parents until Friday. I'm going to bed before I start crying.

Democratic Legacy

Got this picture off Facebook. Isn't it fabulous?

An American Tale

These are the grave markers of my great-grandparents. They were from the town of Gallo in Southern Italy, near Napoli. They came to this country in the early twentieth century. Domenica died before I was born, but I remember Pio playing the accordion for us when I was very small. I love doing genealogical research because it makes me feel connected, like I come from somewhere. Domenica's maiden name was del Vecchio, and I can trace both sides of my father's family to the 1600s. I like to think they would be proud of their American great-grandchildren, who speak English as a first language (I am the only member of my family in this country who speaks decent Italian, and I learned in college) and work on American political campaigns. I remember how important assimilation was to my Nonna. She was very proud that she became a US citizen after coming to this country in 1930. She lived under Mussolini, and although Nonna and I had our differences politically, I know she was as passionate about freedom and democracy as I am. Domenica and Pio Iannitti started life in nineteenth century Italy, but their final resting places are here, and they are woven into the story of the United States. Hopefully, people will soon realize that our strength is in welcoming strangers to our country, and cast off bigotry and xenophobia.