by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Even though Ivanka Trump and hubbie Jared Kushner apparently convinced Daddy Dearest not to overturn the pro-LGBTQ executive order that was enacted by former president Barack Obama in 2014, I do not stand with Ivanka and Jared. I stand with them.
Even though in his statement, he, whom I call Not My President, said that he was “determined to protect the rights of all Americans, including the LGBTQ community,” I do not stand with him. I stand with…Continue
“Don’t go,” Little Brother warned me. “She wants to eat you. Or they’ll find your body floating in the bay.”
The Grandmonster had invited me to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year this year, and while I’m sure she’d very much enjoy watching the Police finding my body in the bay on the evening news, there was something else afoot. My little brother was immediately concerned, but mostly because I haven’t updated my Trust yet to include giving him all my airline miles in case of my…Continue
Muslim and Jewish children at protest wins hearts: A Muslim and a Jewish father had never met before bringing their children to O'Hare International Airport Monday to join in a protest of President Donald Trump's immigration ban. But after a photograph showing their son and daughter interacting went viral, they decided to bring their families…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
I’m tired of Italians in this country who either support the anti-immigrant/anti-refugee policies of the new ultra right wing administration in Washington, or who remain silent and don’t raise their voices in support of the immigrants being targeted.
Don’t these Italians remember or even know about their own family’s history in this country?
If you’re Italian and think that certain people, like Muslims or Syrian refugees, should be registered or…Continue
My Little Brother visited from New York again this past weekend. I think he enjoys the Coney Island hotdogs, Vernors, and Sanders Hot Fudge because, let’s face it, it’s not for the ambience of downtown Detroit. Not that you could see downtown this weekend due to the fog. Incidentally, if you ever want a good chuckle, ask Little Brother how to pronounce the word “fog.” Seriously. Aside from that for the moment, we actually had a rare chat about our parents during our early years.
I have no idea if the end of the book I’m currently writing has anything to do with this—maybe—but I’ve been wondering lately what my future will be like at the end. I can’t help but shake I’ll be alone. And I don’t mean abandoned. I mean everyone else will pass before I do. Dying has always seemed very daunting and scary to me. But if you were surviving and everybody else around you was kicking the bucket long before your timer went off? That’s almost more terrifying.
When my husband…Continue
Reposted in response to tr ig's recent nostalgic Open Salon post...…Continue
I was still in a bit of shock at this time last year. My father had died a month earlier, my mother and I were physically and mentally exhausted, and I had to plan Christmas dinner for her, my husband, and my grandmother. His Majesty had lost his father two years earlier, my grandmother lost her husband a couple years before that, and we were all dealing with our grief. It didn’t exactly make for a happy holiday. Now, another year has gone by.
It seemed as if 2016 was going to ignore…Continue
My grandmother is still recovering from surgery on her shoulder, which she had prior to Thanksgiving. Because of it, she probably won’t be able to come to our house for Christmas. But, as we did with Thanksgiving, we’ll take the small party to her. I asked just prior to digging into our Thanksgiving meal if Grandma would like to say Grace. She always made a habit of it in years past despite not being a hugely religious person, so I thought perhaps she might like to this year. She choked up,…Continue
My secret weapon was a little wooden train.
I ordered it from IKEA, along with a shoe rack for our hallway. It was cheap, colorful, and compatible with my son Julien’s Brio track, and my plan was to keep it in my…Continue