Author Archives: Treggiari

Graceful Warriors

My friend Deb was the best flea-marketer ever. She could ferret out vintage like nobody’s business. My 1960’s raybans, my Coach purse, my beautiful Mexican wall hanging, were all gifts from her. When she found a lump in her breast, … Continue reading

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Fairy Rings and other things

When my son was young we spent a lot of time in the woods looking for things. Sometimes it was heffalumps. Sometimes it was rings of amanita muscaria- the classic white spotted red toadstool- on the dewy lawn indicating that … Continue reading

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Tending the Garden

This morning I looked at my backyard–naked again now that the blanket of snow has melted, and oh so terribly forlorn– and I saw nothing but piles of dog poo. I couldn’t call to mind the summer garden that I … Continue reading

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A Life in Art

Sometimes I wish I had more talent in drawing or sculpting or even in knitting. I am terrible at following patterns and even after many attempts, I am hopeless at socks. Turning heels? I just don’t get it. And worse … Continue reading

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When it goes so right…

Currently I am revising a manuscript for the fourth time. I mean, fourth as in major revisions. I’m not counting all the other revisions I do in the course of hammering out a story. But this time each revision has … Continue reading

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Writing with children

I think these are true memories. But after all I am a writer, and I tend to embellish or rewrite. (Always revisioning!) However, it is such a strong recollection, visual and visceral, that I am sure it is real. I … Continue reading

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Grandmothers

My Italian grandmother, my nonna Giovannina, taught me how to knit when I was eight years old. She cast on with her fingers and held the needles tucked in between her ample bosom and her armpits. I had no bosom … Continue reading

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Love You Like Suicide new review

OK this is so big I had to post it here as well as on the Love You Like Suicide page. Umm, guys! Charles de Lint reviewed the Cometbus issue (I am trying very hard not to explode into expletives). … Continue reading

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Happy 2014

Here’s a short graphic novel my son wrote and illustrated when he was six. I think it contains important *’life lessons’ especially poignant at this time of year when we are looking forward and sometimes backwards. *Not really but if … Continue reading

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I’ve got a few copies of COMETBUS 55.5…..

  Ride the Wohl Whip Cometbus aka COMETBUS is a long-running zine. I’d call it punk but that seems too restrictive. It is punk. It is so punk but not in the way most people think of punk or assume … Continue reading

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