Pam Sievert-Russomanno
Bio
Career Broadcast Advertising Executive.
Wife, Mother, and dog lover.
Published author of (1) Christmas Novella. Taking time to reinvest in my writing while juggling life in Los Angeles.
Stories (16/0)
The Final Countdown
They say innocent men don’t land on death row. But it happens, and I am next up to be fried. If I had just been able to convince my girlfriend not to leave me for that loser Danny Betts, she’d be alive today and I wouldn’t have been convicted of her murder. I’ve spent 20 years trying to figure it out but I just can't.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno11 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2022
Picasso and the Art of GrievingTop Story - January 2022
Picasso and the Art of Grieving UNEXPECTED THINGS Funny how quickly life can change. When you least expect it, you’re faced with a ‘suddenly’. One day you’re in the middle of the Caribbean, working on a cruise ship as one of the dedicated production crew, and the next you’re helicoptered back to Miami for the flight back to Alpine Junction to attend your dad’s funeral.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno2 years ago in Fiction
THE NOBLE PEAR
REGARDING PEARS People don’t always know what they’re eating. We grow up being fed whatever it is our parents think will keep us alive, based on Gerber foods and baby books. And of course, as babies, we also determine what we’ll actually eat once exposed to solid food, by either spitting it out or simply refusing to open our mouths.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Families
IN THE LAND OF ICE AND SNOW
Dedicated to Grandpa Earl, who made magic happen… THE WONDER YEARS Winters in Minnesota are cold. Although this is well known, it still seems to shock visitors who arrive in December or January, but to those who live there, it’s life. Hannah worked at the airport just before college, and as she would walk around outside with her parka unzipped, she’d noticed people dragging luggage staring at her as they clung to their coats, trying not to cry for fear their faces would freeze. Yes, come to Minnesota and you will quickly adapt or die.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Families
Dreaming in the Light
RUSHING TOWARD THE LIGHT It’s amazing how fast a person can drive when there’s a long stretch of highway, lots of time, and minimal traffic. Sarah blazed down I-95, leaving her life in Georgetown behind. Working in the nation’s capital during election season had been grueling, so she was taking a much-needed break from the pressure of running her busy political consulting firm. She’d chosen to visit her grandmother in Georgia, where sweet memories of peach cobbler and iced tea could be rekindled.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Fiction
Saving Oliver
COLIN AND COREY Farm life isn’t for everyone, even when you’re born into it. Colin hated getting up early to help with the cows, and regularly grumbled that it was too much for a 7-year-old to have to work and then go to school. His twin brother Corey never seemed to mind and would have to shake Colin to get him up.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Fiction
Tess and Teatime
It starts when you’re a little girl. A miniature plastic tea set, positioned atop a small table and child size chairs, dolls and stuffed animals as guests. A tea party, elegant and charming, all in the imaginary world allowed during childhood.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Families
Memories in the Garden
The year we moved into the big house on Arbor Lane was the year Momma got the fever. The doctor called it Hay Fever, but we didn’t know what that was. All we could tell was that Momma had to lay down with a cool towel on her face anytime she’d been out near the garden.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Fiction
Back to Reality
HOW IT STARTED Brooklyn Devereaux was a disaster as a baker. This was well-known within her immediate family, friends and work associates. What she didn’t know was that baking was a bit like science, and very exacting. She loved to cook and found it easy, since you could add this and that, taste it as you go, and recipes were usually forgiving. However, make one ingredient error when baking and you end up with hockey pucks for dessert.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno3 years ago in Fiction