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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Hope is fighting the urge to hug everyone around her after she
her apartment key and mail box key for her new home in downtown
Chica… Read full post »
My niece, Katie
October 18, 2009, a Tiny but Beautiful Village in Wisconsin, Starbuck's
Hope and Sarah have made record time running the few short blocks from
the High School to the coffee shop. A bitter cold wind blows
throughout the village, and Hope and S… Read full post »
My niece, Ronnie
October 18, 2009, a Tiny but Beautiful Village in Wisconsin, the Village High School
Hope and her youngest niece Sarah are standing in line for
the box office. They are both huddled together for warmth since the
doors in the smal/… Read full post »
December 22, 2009, a Tiny but Beautiful Village in Wisconsin
Hope exits her apartment building and sees her sister and brother-in-law immediately. They are out front waiting to ambush her.
John stands there with his arms folded in silent judgement
everything before him, and Charit… Read full post »
My nephew, Ben
November 7, 2009, a Tiny but Beautiful Village in Wisconsin
Hope is walking the six short blocks from her apartment building
the corner of Oakland Avenue and East Olive Street to Lake Drive to
pick up her one and only nephew. Hope is humming and smiling at th/… Read full post »
I just transferred to a new university last year. And I have finally drawn a very important conclusion about the men here. In my opinion, the boys here...........they be crazy.
Just yesterday someone who I thought of as a good friend decided on one of my busiest days of the… Read full post »
New York City, July 3, 1986
Primo smiled at his grandchildren. He was so proud of all of them.
Hope was gardening with him again. It was their way each time he returned from Italy.
Faith and Chairty ran around the grounds. Laughter was everywhere. The… Read full post »
New York City, April 26, 1986
I peeked out the window again. I was dancing with excitement.
My grandfather would be home soon. I had missed him terribly while he was gone.
I watched his car slowly pull up the drive. When my grandfather stepped out, I ran toward him. He… Read full post »
John F. Kennedy International Airport, April 25, 1986
Primo checked his pockets again. Patted them both for the hundredth time.
When the customs agent asked him if he had anything to declare, he responded no. He lied. Within his pockets were the roots to his family's fort… Read full post »
The parish had been bleeding money for so long in this rough economy, just as every church and charitable organization had been around the country.
A letter had been posted to all parishioners begging them to give generously or further cuts would have to be made in staff at both the church… Read full post »
I slipped into church. It was completely empty. I checked thoroughly to make certain.
Silently I walked to the collection box. I placed the pouch inside and paused.
Grandpa, please forgive me for this. I had no other choice.
I crept to the front of the… Read full post »
August 6, 2000, Italia
We stood together in the vineyards. I looked up at my Grandpa and smiled.
We walked together there. He showed me everything. Taught me everything.
I still love to garden now.
"One day all of this will belong to you and your sisters,"… Read full post »
"How are you darling?" the boutique owner asked me.
She was dripping with false concern.
I know a plumber who could really work you over and put a stop to that leak forever. I'll have my Uncle place a call.
My sister and I had just alighted from her… Read full post »
"Is it necessary for you to dress like that in public?" my sister asked.
Maybe it's just me, but I think running about town is not a clothing optional activity. It's these togs or nothing.
"You should really try to make some sort of effort. We''ll find something… Read full post »
"I received the most frightful message," I told Veronica.
We were live chatting on gmail again. For the 39th time today. Live chat is great for checking in with people throughout the day. I love to see the little green lights all lit up on my chat list. The lights beckon… Read full post »
My niece, Becky, (posing here second from the left)
"How was your date?" my niece asked.
"Spooky!" I answered.
In point of fact it was the date from you know where. I was already on my second decade of the Rosary by the time the appetizers were served. Nothing sa… Read full post »
The stress of the Whole Foods fiasco is ratcheted up a notch.
My sister and the cashier at Whole Foods locked eyes. No one blinked.
"Keep holding on. Cause, you know, we'll make it through. Make it through."
Words were flying fast and furiously. I was alarmed by the rat… Read full post »
There was a throwdown at Whole Foods.
My sister and I were standing in line to check out, and the cashier said the most unfortunate thing to my sister. I am not sure if my sister, the cashier or I will ever recover from our collective experience. It has left me… Read full post »
"We're meant for each other," the Rabbi's cousin said.
Dear. Sweet. Lord. I know you're having a real go at me now. What have I really done to deserve this?
The Rabbi's cousin was already on his second Black Russian and really starting to loosen up now. He was shy at firs… Read full post »
"Your sister tells me you're on the market," the Rabbi said.
I was sipping tonic water with lime, and nearly spit all over the Rabbi after that opening line.
My dear sister, you are too crafty. I must give you credit. I didn't see that coming.
You have to admire my sister's&nbs… Read full post »
"Are you alright hon? I heard all about what happened at Trader Joe's. Mindaluh Katzenbaumbaum told me everything," my sister's best friend said.
Mindaluh Katzenbaumbaum was a notorious gossip from my family's congregation. If Mindaluh was spreading the story around it was front pag… Read full post »
"Do you need some money?" my nephew asked.
"What'd you have in mind?" I answered. "Are we talking petty cash or would you like to wire something from your trust fund right into my account?"
That got a big laugh from all but my brother-in-law. John reacted by quietly putting his… Read full post »
"What should we do now?" my sister whispered in my ear.
I was perched on the floor at Trader Joe's, just below the heirloom tomatoes. Moments ago I had fainted and a group of rubberneckers had stopped to watch my little wreck burning by the side of the road.
I was… Read full post »
The Trader Joe's cashier continued ringing his bell nonstop. My eyes were drawn to him and mesmerized by the way he rang that bell with what can only be described as missionary zeal. The bell rang and rang. I was entranced by it.
Between his nonstop bell ringing and my state… Read full post »
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