Just Bring Your Own Food The owner of the place asks me when I can start working with the enthusiasm of a turtle who’d just taken a Vicodin. Plastic plates move through the air, quick as birds in flight. Conversations blur into one loud murmur
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The Delivery of a Lifetime: free short fiction
Posted by Grace Mattioli in Short Stories | 0 commentsThe short story below is based on the actual Mattioli Brother’s Bakery that was established by my paternal grandfather and his brothers circa 1920. Although I never met my grandfather, I heard stories of him from my father. This story is
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The following story is about my maternal grandparents who emigrated from Italy in their early teen years and met in Philadelphia while tailoring, the occupation they shared. Although this is about real people and based on some real events, such
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Writing about Family: ever-changing sibling relationships
Posted by Grace Mattioli in writing about family | 0 commentsAs the youngest of seven children, I’ve experienced radical changes in my relationships with my siblings. I was born seven years after the sibling closest in age to me so in the beginning of my life, my older brothers and sisters
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Writing about Family: when divisiveness strikes
Posted by Grace Mattioli in writing about family | 0 commentsMost if not all families become contentious at some point in their existence, with quarreling sometimes transforming into battling or causing family members to become alienated from each other. Some families live on this chaos. The disharmony
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Writing about Family: the eternal influence of family
Posted by Grace Mattioli in writing about family | 0 commentsThe influence of my family lives on strongly in my life, in my every day decisions, struggles, and joys despite that most of my family members have either passed away or even more sadly, have become estranged from me. This is one of the main
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So She Could See the Color Plue: free short fiction
Posted by Grace Mattioli in Short Stories | 0 commentsSo She Could See the Color Plue When Eloise was five years old, she took a trip to Arizona with her parents. Her mum’s dream had always been to see the Grand Canyon and when Mum got sick, Dad insisted they go there for a family vacation. She
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I began writing Olive Branches Don’t Grow on Trees after a failed attempt to make peace in my family. I wanted the protagonist, Silvia, to succeed at unifying her family so that I could experience her joy and gratification vicariously. Writing
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Something He Could See Himself In: free short fiction
Posted by Grace Mattioli in Short Stories | 0 commentsSomething He Could See Himself In The empty spot on the bottom of Tattoo Tommy’s back was the only tattooless spot on his body, minus his face and head. It lived right below a tattoo of Mary that looked like one of those statues people
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A Final Picture from the Family Saga, “The Bird that Sang in Color”
Posted by Grace Mattioli in The Art in "The Bird that Sang in Color" | 0 commentsThis is the final drawing in my series on the artwork that inspired The Bird that Sang in Color. The words on this drawing are lyrics from a song by Robin Williamson of The Incredible String Band. This pictures is mentioned during chapter four
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