• Rori

    I wish this were not true. It is, 100%. Only the names have been changed to protect everyone. Rori. Her legal name is Aurora Dawn, but everyone calls her Rori. She was one of four women I met the summer of 1981. Strange, because although I have a really good memory, I don’t know exactly how or when I met her. She was friends with the other women so I guess I met her through one of them. Ellie was the oldest, the wise momma figure. Delia was the “sane” one who always said the right thing and kept us, as much as possible, in line, and Lori was the needy one who leaned on [...]
  • Misery Loves Comedy

    MISERY LOVES COMEDY by giorgina liguori One night when I was still with “him” and mad as hell, I called The Suicide Hotline. I know it was a Monday because one of the few things I watch on TV is So You Think You Can Dance and, that night, they were pre-empted by a ball game or something that held no interest for me. If it had not been a pre-empted, if one of the three close friends I’d called had been home, I probably would not have called. He was in the other room watching a tennis match, as if nothing had happened. Men are [...]
  • My Grandson is on The Spectrum by Giorgina Liguori

    There are things in life we never forget; there are moments that will never, and can’t ever be erased. One moment in my life that will remain forever was a phone call from my daughter- in-law. I am a very blessed woman. My children are each, although vastly different from one another, kind, loving, and good people. Although I am now working and residing in Florida, New York is home and I go home each summer. I usually spend two weeks with my daughter and her family, then travel with friends or cousins for two or three weeks: Boston, Montreal, the Cape, and then spend another two weeks [...]
  • MISERY LOVES COMEDY 

    MISERY LOVES COMEDY    by giorgina liguori   One night when I was still with “him” and mad as hell, I called The Suicide Hotline. I know it was a Monday because one of the few things I watch on TV is So You Think You Can Dance and, that night, they were pre-empted by a ball game or something that held no interest for me. If it had not been a pre-empted, if one of the three close friends I’d called had been home, I probably would not have called. He was in the other room watching a tennis match, as if nothing had happened. Men are great at this. It never ceases to amaze me [...]