Author: Gloria Squitiro
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Funk’s Little Red Corolla
In 1978, when Funk and I moved from West Virginia to Nashville, we traded-in his truck for a two-door Toyota Corolla. We were a one car household until our second born came along in 1989, at which time we purchased a van for me and the kids (eww!) and the ’78 Corolla became Funk’s car.…
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Universe? Pick on Someone Your Own Size!
Recently, Funk and I replaced an incredibly ugly coffee table with a more stylish piece from Anthropologie. Ever since, he’s been stubbing his size 16 feet on the legs and howling like a little baby. And of course, every time he does, I fall into a heap of laughter on the floor. One day not…
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Remain Compassionate
We were having SO much fun! And then my husband (Funk) killed it. I recently visited my Aunt Jan and Uncle Carl—the last of my elder relatives. We met at a restaurant and then followed their son’s car back to the Airbnb where they were staying. The bonfire pit in the backyard called to my…
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The Beauty Is the Same
It’s been more than three years since my mother died. I had just arrived in New Orleans five days prior to be with my son for a month when I got the call about my mom. She had a stroke and was put on life support. Basically, her worst-case death scenario was playing out: Having…
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A Walk through Fire
Since Covid first began, like many people, I’ve experienced complete annihilation in certain areas of my life—the parts I’ve always considered the most important. As far as I can tell, the pandemic is a forced shift away from how we’ve been doing things and towards a New and Better Way of Existing. And not just…