With a broken heart, I will share with you a Eulogy for my sister Diane. She passed on April 24, 2022. In my sorrow, my fingers couldn’t type these words until today. Not a minute of time goes by when she is on my mind and in my heart. Though 15 years apart in age,Continue reading “My Sister the Cat. A Eulogy”
Author Archives: John Chianelli, Writer
Love isn’t a noun
Our sweet Barrett. An original oil on canvas painted by my husband Daniel. If you haven’t meet our middle son Barrett. This is Barrett’s heart it’s so tender, sweet and loving. He is like his Dad in that way. A special little boy who is filled with emotions, intellect and analytics from the minute hisContinue reading “Love isn’t a noun”
A Window Visit
It was the peek of the pandemic and we were all quarantine. The city was empty. There were no cars on the streets, no rush hour, restaurants were closed or pick up. Movie theaters we dark not a person insight. We became shuts in. What was novel at first became frightening. The news channels andContinue reading “A Window Visit”
I did the best I could
As I reflect back on being quarantine and having COVID I remember many things I learned. At first, being locked in my home with my family made me really fearful. Being unable to freely leave home felt like imprisonment. The loss of a sense of control created such anxiety for me. Sometimes it felt likeContinue reading “I did the best I could”
Sunshine in the rain
Today was a gloomy day in Wisconsin. Freezing rain closed the schools and layered ice on everything outside. The branches on the trees looked like icicles suspended in air. The sidewalks and streets appeared to be sheets of glass. The sky was dark at day as of it was night. As an avid telecommute leaderContinue reading “Sunshine in the rain”
Farewell Mom, I love you.
Eulogy of Theresa Chianelli-Santelli December 26, 1931 September 26, 2020 Mom, I didn’t know God’s plan was different from my plan, but God’s plan was by far better. I am torn between feelings of sadness and joy. This may appear antithetical, but my joy is slowly eliminating my sadness, and this is why. While MomContinue reading “Farewell Mom, I love you.”
Needles, thread and a deadly war.
A muse … I have been thinking about my Grandfather this week. He is my Dad’s father. He barely spoke English often switching to Italian in the middle of a sentence. Always had pay close attention to his rapid Italian speech. He was born in 1902 in Calabria Italy and came to America through EllisContinue reading “Needles, thread and a deadly war.”
99 Days of Gratitude Day 8- Love on the Rocks.
Love on the Rocks. Original Photo by: Laura Riggle
Friendly Friday Photo Challenge-Coral-ish Colors…Here comes the Sun
Here comes the sun Something to ponder about Photo Challenge Me, my camera and how I see the World, Sky house West Allis WI
Friendly Friday Photo Challenge Pathways.
Something to ponder about. Me my camera and how I see the world. Daniel’s Blog