Tina D'Angelo
Bio
My first book, G-Is for String, is now available on Amazon! g-isforstring.com. The audiobook version is in production.
Save One Bullet is at the publishers and the sequel to G-Is for String will be out soon!
Achievements (1)
Stories (113/0)
The Death of Burlesque
Burlesque’s Tragic Demise In January of 1974, I left my college dorm for the last time and headed for the big city of Rochester, New York to begin my new career. All it took for me to toss my graduation cap into the air and don a sequined G-String was the opportunity to dance my heart out every night and get paid for it. After having danced on Broadway in my mind since I turned five, that was a dream come true.
By Tina D'Angelo3 days ago in Confessions
Snow Much Fun
Snow Much Fun Tina D’Angelo In my twenties, I lived with a violent man who towered over me at 6’4”. I was a slight 4’11”. When I say that I lived with this man, I mean that I was his prisoner. I was allowed to work and give him my paycheck. I was allowed to go grocery shopping with him and to bars or restaurants he chose to visit.
By Tina D'Angelo3 days ago in Humans
Carve Your Name into My Heart
The 911 missing person call from the Sunnyside Nursing Home came in at 8:45 PM on Christmas Eve. My partner and I had signed on for the extra holiday shift because we didn't have a family waiting at home for us. We were just a couple of twice-divorced, bitter single folks counting down the hours to retirement, living on donuts, coffee, and adrenalin.
By Tina D'Angelo4 days ago in Chapters
- Top Story - December 2023
What My Therapist Doesn't KnowTop Story - December 2023
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
By Tina D'Angelo8 days ago in Confessions
Save One Bullet
My mind was wandering and I was thinking about the upcoming evening with Rick, when one of my students barfed all over her dress and the floor, causing the child next to her to gag and vomit also. Janitor time. I had to call the office and herd the class out of the room until it was cleaned up.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
The Death of Class
Too bad I couldn’t have bottled that weekend with my boyfriend, Jake, and carried it around in my pocket for the next month. Every day I convinced myself that either he had forgotten about me and was happily back home with his wife trying to procreate, or he had met another girl as dumb as I was and had forgotten me.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
G-Is for String
Chapter 6 Soon after I began putting together my new shows, Don, my agent, decided it was time to send me on tour in Ohio. Four cities, one week each in Akron, Columbus, Cleveland, and Youngstown. The big times. I packed up my new music and costumes and boarded the bus to Ohio at the Greyhound station on a drizzly, gray Sunday afternoon. Sunday would be my traveling day for the next thirteen years whenever I was on the road.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
Oh, Canada
Chapter 8 On Saturday morning, I was up first and grabbed the bathroom before the other dancers soiled it. After my hair had dried, I got dressed and threw my winter gear on to walk to confession. The other day when I went uptown to the Immigration Office, I saw a Catholic Church about five or six blocks from Hanrahan's strip club, and I marched off in that direction.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
I was staying with my friend, Brenda until I found a place of my own. We were getting the daylights pounded out of us with a lake-effect snow storm coming in off Lake Ontario. The snow was falling an inch an hour and the high winds had turned it into a blizzard. Everything was shut down in and around Syracuse and Brenda had the next day off from the library. So, I asked her to help me with research on getting even with the people who had treated me so badly, Tom, Marcia, Rick, and I added Ned Wesson, simply because I didn't like him.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
After my husband, Tom, went berserk on me, I couldn't wait to pack my shit up and get out of that house. Returning for the last load of belongings, which now would include every stitch of décor that wasn’t nailed down, I saw a familiar vehicle in the driveway. Shit. Marcia. What was she doing here?
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
