Diary of a Hopeful Starving Student
- Little Rock, Arkansas, U.S.A.
- August 03
- I am delightful company!
- Once upon a time this writer was a reporter/photographer and columnist for a large weekly newspaper in New York City, worked at the Center for Publishing at N.Y.U., worked at Kirkus for one whirlwind semester and eventually was an editor at Scholastic. After two very eventful years on cable television in New York City, this writer was voted off the island.
Today this writer is a student and soon-to-be published author (all fingers and toes are crossed) living in reduced circumstances. She is ever hopeful and even though her stomach may rumble from time to time, she is usually somewhat reasonably well fed. Most importantly this writer is a recovering or former New Yorker, (recovering seems more apt), who is quite happily transplanted elsewhere. She blooms where she is planted.
You can contact me at diaryofahopefulstarvingstudent@
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- Merry and Bright
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- Blackest Friday
November 29, 2013 08:35PM
October 20, 2013 09:54AM
- Saint Ann Is a Nasty B-tch
September 22, 2013 10:36AM
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- “tr ig,
be sure to post photos when we
get engaged. Chris,
January 11, 2014 05:10PM
- “tr ig,
you, I have been thinking
about my cousin a great deal,
September 11, 2013 10:57PM
- “This is dedicated to my
cousin, Jeannine, who died
young and who was a
September 11, 2013 08:03PM
- “Old New
I think the
wind is at all our backs. The
road is rising up
September 09, 2013 10:07PM
you for visiting. It is lovely
to meet you.
so too. I
September 09, 2013 09:58PM
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Writing by cozy candle light on a grey winter's day
Sharing a fuzzy blanket with Smokey as he purrs
Honey leaning next to me on the sofa and barking along with the wind
Chris holds my hand, lifts it up and kisses it
As he tells me again that he loves… Read full post »
This holiday season things have turned out to be decidedly merry and bright.
It took an enormous amount of effort to change course after Thanksgiving. Fortunately I found my way beyond the trail of tears in November. After much thought, lots of consideration and all the insight I could summon,… Read full post »
This year Thanksgiving drowned in tears.
That says it all. For sure and for certain.
Every so often I catch a glimpse
Of what it is like to transcend
And go beyond all we have
Right in front of us
And I know without arriving
What heaven is like
I can feel the sum total of all joy
That exists… Read full post »
I have just about had it with that Saint Ann. I am starting to think I may have been right about her the first time. Secretly she really may be a piece of work.
So I said the Saint Ann prayer twice recently. And where is MY man? Nowhere to be… Read full post »
Saint Ann has one wicked sense of humor. So I said the Saint Ann prayer. Not once. I said it twice. That's right. Twice, mind you. Would you like to know what happened?
I bet you would.
It turns out that Saint Ann has the same wicked sense of humor that… Read full post »
My godmother, my Aunt Terri, used to say this failsafe prayer when everything ended up the opposite of what she had hoped for where the menfolk were concerned. My Aunt Terri swore that this prayer works like a charm. So here goes.
"Saint Ann, Saint Ann, send me a man. Send me… Read full post »
11 good deeds we did today for all of you
Ten times we wished for diplomacy
Nine times we prayed for peace
Eight times we created joy
Seven times we made a place for hope
Six times we remembered our faith
Five times we felt all your love
Four times we… Read full post »
Dear President Obama,
I can see that you still need my assistance to create peace in Syria, the Middle East region, and throughout the world. Stick with me, President Obama, and we will all succeed. What is needed is a cooperative spirit of diplomacy to create a lasting peace, not what… Read full post »
All of my medical records are posted on freakbook with all of my ios photographs.
Yes, the neurologist who examined me in the ER at the University of Arkansas Medical Sciences, UAMS, told me that I have MS. The doctors at St. Vincent's Hospital think I have lupus.
Yesterday I went to the Social Security Administration office in town. There a very nice man named Zachary helped me fill out forns to apply for disability.
My doctors at St. Vincent's Hospital tell me that they think I have lupus. The neurologist who examined me in the Emergency Room at… Read full post »
To My Three Readers,
If you want to follow me on freakbook, my affectionate name for facebook, then look me up at Violetta E. Peracchio, (V).
My Grandpa Secondo, God-rest-his-soul, used to call me that when I was a very little girl. Violets have been my favorite flower since I… Read full post »
To My Three Readers,
Moments ago I edited my account so that my name is now seen here on my work. I am proud of the writing I have done here, and from the very first day when I joined Open Salon on September 12, 2009, I have been working here… Read full post »
"Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight; Lead me out onto
floor, lift your open hand; Strike up the band and make the fireflies
dance; Silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me..."
Gerard and Hope have been walking for miles by the lake.
done. The night is just beginning.
The… Read full post »
Hope and her date have finished dinner, and Gerard reaches for
hand again. Hope smiles and her eyes light up as she looks across the
table. Gerard squeezes her hand and then smiles too.
It is an expression not often seen on Gerard's face. He
least ten years younger and alm… Read full post »
Gerard looks right into Hope's eyes, holds her hand and says the unimaginable.
"You make me want to change my mind completely. I think
could too," he says while flashing a wistful smile.
Hope is smiling right back at Gerard.
I think I can. I think I can. I think… Read full post »
Heaven forbid. This is Hope's opportunity to clarify the terms and
discuss Gerard's dating disclaimer. Best not to wait and make Gerard
think they have an understanding. Certainly not.
Hope's grandparents on her… Read full post »
"Tale as old as time; True as it can be; Barely even
somebody bends; Unexpectedly; Just a little change; Small to say the
least; Both a little scared; Neither one prepared; Beauty and the
Chef Gerard, AKA the Beast, is studying his menu as if he's
for a final exam. … Read full post »
Hope's date with the chef seemingly ends before it begins.
Just shortly after being seated at a cozy table in the
restaurant in Greektown, he makes a stunning announcement. Hope can't
believe her ears, and then he repeats it.
"I never want to get married again. Never aga… Read full post »
Hope is more than a bit nervous before her date with Chef
Hope does a quick check of her outfit one last time before she
her apartment. She applies her Philosophy lip gloss and looks in the
Something is missing. I need one last finishing t… Read full post »
Hmmff....Well I never. Really. Never. No. Seriously. Never. Ever.
I have been receiving the most vicious hate mail since picking up my little pebbles and throwing them at Mr. Bob Eckstein..
Hope enters the dining hall and sees the chef from a distance, surrounded by a group of students. All conversation in the group grinds to a halt. Chef Gerard smiles and nods at Hope, and the rest just stare. She smiles in his direction and walks by quickly.
Hope finds a… Read full post »
Hope enters her friend Sari's apartment just as the movie 27
is starting. When her friend sees her enter, she hits the pause
button, and the interrogation begins. Hope has information, and
everyone wants it. Now.
"You're finally here. Tell us what happened with the hot pi… Read full post »
My niece, Ronnie
I want to tell you how proud I am of you. From the first time I held you, I knew you would grow up to do great things. I was right. I am so, so proud of you.
You are doing so well in school,… Read full post »
To Ronnie, Becky, Molly, Ben and Katie,
Please find something else to read today. You are not to read this.
A Tiny but Beautiful Village in Wisconsin, November 18, 2009
"She's got bruises all over her. Look at this one," one of the nurses says as she moves… Read full post »
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