Author: Gloria Squitiro
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Everybody Hates Me on April Fool’s Day
To me, there is nothing more delightful than laughing, which is why I love practical jokes. Pulling them on others. It’s a one-way street. No one is allowed to pull them on me. I’ll have to give you the backstory before I tell you about the first prank I ever played on my husband, Funk.…
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So Much Love
In 1988, since I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, we moved to Kansas City because Funk was offered a job there that covered my lost wages. We’d changed locations many times, but this was a difficult move. Missouri is in the middle of the country and the people were so different than the people…
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Thanksgiving with Sparkle and a Twist
I’m a sentimental fool. Sentimental and contradictory. I love ceremony and tradition, yet I’m compelled to add my own shine to anything I do. In the family I grew up in, Thanksgiving included all the standard American traditions, but the holiday was meh, just something for my Italian mother to get through on the way…
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Good Vibrations in Hawaii
A few years ago, just before I left for Hawaii, my 77-year-old friend told me about her recently purchased spot massager and suggested I buy one to take on my trip. Since stress goes to my back, I thought good idea, and asked her for the link. The next day, our conversation went like this:…
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Ribbon of Orange
I’ve helped bring a lot of babies into this world, but I’ve never helped usher anyone out. Until my mother. She had a stroke on a Wednesday and was supposed to be fine. But then she wasn’t. I’m afraid to fly because I get claustrophobic. One of my children convinced me that now wasn’t the…
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Sometimes It’s Really Hard Living inside of Me.
She gifted me with the magic and beauty of the Island of Hawai’i.When it comes down to it, I kind of love flying. In the 65 years I’ve had on earth, I’ve finally learned that life is just a series of tragedies and miracles. It seems you can’t have one without the other, and what…
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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…