How becoming an aunt changed my life

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In the summer of 2003, my life came crashing down around me. I realize now that it had been slowly crumbling for well over a year. At the time, I thought there was no coming back from it. I was devastated and I just could not see a time where I would be okay again. Not only was my heart busted open, but my dreams, and all the goals I had planned, were shattered into a million pieces and scattered everywhere, strewn about all the safe spaces of my life. …


We need to talk…

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Dear Sustenance,

We’ve been together forever. My whole life actually, since, you know, I can’t really live without you. Literally. And I have to be honest, it hasn’t always been a healthy relationship. Downright toxic at times. But I digress.

I’m writing to you because I think it’s time we had a talk. I’m not sure we’re headed in the right direction and I’m wondering if we should hit the brakes a little?

It’s not you, it’s me.

Actually, it is you.

I mean, do you have to come in such a variety of delicious flavors…


On Fertility, Pregnancy and Loss

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The timeline had always seemed simple: Finish school, pursue a career, (which, of course, would be clear to me, through some “magical calling” like it seemed to be for everyone else) get married, buy my dream home, have children, live happily ever after. Easy.

Of course, when you’re in your 20’s everything seems easy, or at least, everything seems possible. Add to that the feeling that you have all the time in the world, and you can see where life sometimes sets you up for a rude awakening. …


Sensitive is not a bad word

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For as long as I can remember, I’ve been what some might call an “empath” or a highly sensitive person. It’s not always easy feeling everything around you all the time: the emotions, both positive and negative, coming off of people around you, the “vibe” in the room, the social and political environment, locally and internationally. I can’t really tell you when I first realized this. …


My grandfather’s magnolia tree that is still standing in front of the home where I grew up.

“…Your new silence does not seem right. / We do nothing but listen deeply to / your life pass through our heads. / …We know the shape you formed around each / of us is gone and we look from one to another / like sleepers waking from a long dream.” (Canto 9: The Dream Canto — by Robert Hilles)

He loved strawberries sprinkled with sugar and cognac, sliced apples soaked in red wine, and a good espresso any time of day. He also loved to dance — if a tarantella was playing within earshot, my grandfather moved his feet…

Patty Giannone

Freelancer, writer, artist, free spirit. Learning how to be comfortable with being uncomfortable. Forever the square peg in a round hole. Finally embracing it.

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