D.S. Fisichella
Author of the fiction novel, "Dreamer," D.S. Fisichella spends her days making memories and writing daydreams. Her articles are about faith, dating, and relationships. To learn more about her, visit:
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Time
I was told time Would dry my tears And the seasons changing Would fill out my years I was told you Would be nearby
D.S. FisichellaPublished 20 days ago in Poets
The Art Of Fighting Well
If you’ve been in a committed relationship for any amount of time (or you intend to be), one of the best things to learn is how to fight well.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 8 months ago in Humans
Finding Peace in the New Year
2020, need I say more? It's been a tough year with lots of changes we neither asked for nor wanted. Our lives uprooted without any fair warning, schools and businesses closed, masks, politics.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 12 months ago in MotivationSpiritual Compatibility
We've all heard the slogan, "opposites attract." You know, the whole 'we complete each other' and all that jazz. Dating someone who is different from us can often strengthen our relationship. There are benefits to finding a mate who has strengths where our weaknesses lie. So the question becomes, is there such thing as too different?
D.S. FisichellaPublished about a year ago in Humans
Screaming into the Void
She sits in the car, staring ahead, her lips a straight line. With one glance you can’t pick up on the nervous tapping of her foot, the microscopic twitch of her fingers around the Styrofoam container in her lap. You may not pick up on the way her eyes dart to the door handle, but eventually, you’ll notice the stream of tears down her left cheek. Whatever flipped the switch doesn’t matter anymore. She’s not thinking about the worthless argument, or the feeling of rage it brought on for no reason at all. All she can think about now is the noise in her mind.“This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.”She imagines unbuckling her seat belt, unlocking the door, and sailing through the open space to her death.This.IsNot.You.Does the car coming up on the right have the capacity to crush her right away? Will she feel it for long?This.IsNot.You.This.IsNot.You.Could they revive her?Stop.Would she be deformed?Stop!Would her son recognize her?STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT NOW! GOD, HELP! HELP ME! HELP ME!Her husband sighs, his eyes looking over to where she sits, motionless. “So, are you going to say something? I’m sorry I upset you.”Flip.She reaches up, wipes her tears, and takes a breath before looking back at him.“Sorry, babe. I had to ride the wave.”
D.S. FisichellaPublished 2 years ago in Psyche
Why My Fantasy World Includes Suicidality and Other Sad Stuff
Where do movie makers get their ideas for the next blockbuster?Writers.How do the news get to our Facebook timeline?Writers.How do we decide which new diet to follow, or what new habit to start? Probably an article or a blog written by... yep, you guessed it.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 3 years ago in Journal
The Making of a DACA Dreamer
Outside the rolled up window of our Chevy Equinox, the world was the live version of a snow globe. I watched the passing of Evergreen trees dusted with snow so soft, it looked like powdered sugar. Among the miles of bedrock embellished by icicles, stood out a red cardinal perched on a snowy limb. The sight went by quickly, but in that single moment, the shock of his red feathers against the white hills and rocky walls lining the roads to the Queen City shook something inside me...
D.S. FisichellaPublished 3 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Sixteen-Year-Old Me
Dear sixteen-year-old me, I know you think you're just waiting for your life to begin, you keep saying to yourself that first you have to graduate high school, figure out a career path to follow, and somewhere along the way you're going to get married to your amazing boyfriend and live happily ever after.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 3 years ago in Motivation
