Fragments of Me (Heroes & Butterflies)



As children we believed they hit home runs or scored game winning touchdowns.

Lying in bed wearing Spiderman pajamas, I heard the hard crack of my father’s belt strike my mom.

Feeling nothing like a hero , I squeezed a pillow around my head to drown out her cries.

The next day, in an empty playground behind school, Lisa Barelli read my teacher’s note informing my father I slept during class.

She pointed at her notebook full of butterfly drawings. “Maybe you’re mother wants to be a butterfly like me.”


“Nobody hurts butterflies.” A tear streaked down her round cheek. “Nobody calls them fat.”

My eyes swelled with burning tears.

Someone laughed. “Andrew wants to kiss the fat girl.”

Jumping to my feet, I stood face to face with the thick chin of the school bully.

I responded in a firm, but diplomatic whisper, “That wasn’t nice.”

“What did you say?”

Bless Lisa and her powerful lungs.

“Andrew said you better take that back.”

Thanks Lisa.

Before anyone could react, I slammed my face into bully’s fist and dropped like a sack of sweet potatoes.

Bully shook his fist at Lisa.

Staggering to my feet, a second punch caught the side of my mouth. I twirled like Julie Andrews on a hillside. My skull rung, but it wasn’t the sound of music.

Receiving worse beatings from my old man, stubborn determination urged me to rise.

Hard knuckles slammed my eye.

An hour later, I studied my Quasimodo reflection in the nursing office window.

Furious with my inability to fight the bully, my angry father sent me to school with my busted lip, swollen cheek, and black eye.

Standing outside the yard, fear pounded my heart. I would be the school joke.

But something unexpected happened…

Boys rushed me to pat my back. Some shook my hand.

Girls batted admiring eyes.

Apparently, Lisa told the entire school how I defended her. She spent the year telling everyone.

I became an instant rock star.

Later, in a cafeteria full of boys and butterflies, that little boy realized being a hero had nothing to do with winning.

It meant something more.

He confirmed it, years later…

On a day when he stood at his office window, watching the World Trade Center towers collapse before his eyes.


Fragments Of Me

Fragments Of Me (Time)


Photo of me taken by unknown photographer.


Describe Yourself In One Sentence


To start her Junior year, my daughter had to submit a five page introductory paper describing herself and her life. This past weekend I had a chance to read it.

On page two she had three thick paragraphs, nearly the entire page describing her combative relationship with her mother.

I anxiously rushed to page three imagining I would warrant an entire page. This is what she wrote.

“My father is a strong passionate man with nine herniated disks, but he doesn’t care, he laughs his pains away – actually he laughs all his troubles away.”

That was it. One measly freaking line.

The contrasting descriptions made me think of how descriptions have changed in literature.

Miguel de Cervantes, Victor Hugo, and Jane Austen wrote pages of description. In one of my favorite novels, The Godfather, Mario Puzo used quite bit of description.

In today’s novels, description is kept to a minimum. In screen writing it is almost bare bones.

You read my daughter’s description.

Feel free to take a turn. Describe yourself in one sentence.  Or if you prefer, describe me in one sentence.


Thanks for reading.


Tell Lonely Author About Your Likes/Dislikes

Since I’ve joined Blogville I have refrained from participating in Awards and Tag games. I think it is wonderful, entertaining, unfortunately, I don’t have the time.

In 2016 I am planning a full marketing assault of biblical proportions (okay, I will rephrase that).

I will try very hard (just doesn’t sound the same).

In addition to querying literary agents about my manuscripts, in 2016 my marketing campaign will include queries to Hollywood agents about my screenplays & the submissions of these scripts to screenwriting contests.

So, if your interested in learning a little more about Lonely Author here is a little bit of info about the Man, the Myth, the Moron.


Native New Yorker. Lived 3 years in Miami and 9 months in Raleigh, N.C. Love the NYC, but I expect to move permanently to warmer climates by 2018.

Places on my Bucket list: Venice, Italy. Greece to see the ruins. Also want to visit all 50 states.

Personality: My friends say I am the MOST open minded person they know. I consider myself the MOST old fashion person I know. Have never forgotten important dates. Love humor and everything positive.  I still stand to give up my seat. Still hold doors open and pick up the tab. GENTLEMEN, THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE.

Social media: Hate facebook. A good friend convinced me to join twitter. @LonelyAuthorNY.

Favorite FoodPizza has to be number one, but steak and lasagna aren’t far behind.

Drink: I prefer wine.

Children: Catherine is an anthropolgy major set to graduate in June 2017. She is my only living blood relative.

Scent: Hugo Boss is what I am usually wearing. As for female scents, there are a few that I like, don’t know why, but Coco Chanel makes me melt.

Clothes: I wear a lot of black and grays. Rarely wear sneakers. Since my surgery all I wear is jeans.

TV: Not much of a TV guy. Prefer to watch movies. If you find me watching something it is usually HGTV. Do watch some History Channel (preferably Ancient Aliens). Some of my favorite shows of the past include Seinfeld, Allie McBeal, and 24.

Things I like most about Blogging: Meeting people, exchanging creative ideas, getting inspired by other people’s work.

I never knew what I was missing: Living in New York City I missed out on an enchanting part of the universe. Southern Belles. I have met so many in this World-o-Blog. They are delightful and so charming. A pleasure to talk to.

Since I am on the subject of Ladies: I like mine feminine. I love lipstick, painted nails (when possible), and all the girly accessories. I know my role as a man, I want her to relish in her role as a woman. So, I will spoil her. Oh, and spooning is an absolute MUST.

Comedies: There’s Something About Mary, Wedding Crashers, We’re The Millers.

Authors: John  Grisham and Nelson DeMille


Pepsi not Coke
Hate iphones. Samsung all the way.
Showers not bath.
Eclectic music taste.
Played wide receiver (damn good too).
Don’t make resolutions, I set goals.
Love lingerie (no I don’t wear it)
Pajamas only in winter.
Coffee light and sweet
I think morning sex is so underrated. (Yeah, I like to start the day with a bang).

Tell me something about you.







A Modern Day Response to the 12 Days of Christmas

A Modern Day Response to the 12 Days of Christmas

Day 1

Dear True Love,

Thank you for the sweet gift of a partridge in a pear tree. It was romantic and thoughtful. Can’t wait to see you again.

Signed Your Sweetheart

Day 4

Dear True Love,

I am overwhelmed by your boundless generosity. You have given me more than I deserve. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but please stop. Perhaps, you misunderstood me when you visited. Yes, I love angry birds, but this isn’t what I meant. I don’t have enough room in my humble home for all of these birds.

Signed Your Grateful Sweetheart

Day 12

Dear Moron,

ENOUGH ALREADY! Stop sending me your stupid gifts. I contacted you after the first fours days of Christmas asking you to stop. After all, what was I going to do with all the noisy birds. Then, to make amends, you were thoughtful enough to send me 5 golden rings.

However, on day 6 you started with the freaking birds again.

Now, my house is a total wreck and I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

First, I haven’t slept in days.  Then, on the 11th day of Christmas you sent me the eleven Pipers piping. Those annoying idiots haven’t stopped piping. You make things worse sending 12 Drummers drumming. How is a woman supposed to sleep with all this noise?

With all this music going on the 10 Lords a leaping are hopping all over the place crushing the 4 calling birds, 3 french hens, and 2 turle doves. There is blood, feathers, and bird dropping everywhere.

Then, the Lords a leaping got together with 9 ladies dancings and trust me, the 6 geese aren’t the only ones who are laying.

The 8 Maids a milking splattered milk everywhere. Well, the 9 Ladies dancing slipping. Two crashed into the pear tree knocking off the poor partridge.  Three others fell on the 7 Swans a swimming. And one broke her hip.

My life and house are a disaster. There are 7 law suits currently filed against me. The condo’s Homeowner Association has asked me to vacate the premises immediately.

This is the last correspondence you will be receiving from me. You will be hearing from the police since I requested an order of protection.  And the next letter you receive will be from my attorneys Noel, Noel, & Fitch.

Drop dead.

Signed One Angry Lady


Have a wonderful week.

Keep smiling

Keep writing.

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Bridge of Broken Dreams


This simple verse is for an unnamed blogger friend dealing with lost love.


Bridge of Broken Dreams

Going to the Bridge of Broken Dreams       

to dump your caresses in the river

cause it’s so painful to remember                       

how easily you forgot me                                      

On a mountain I’ll dig the deepest grave

for the crate of empty vows you made

perhaps for you they meant nothing

so buried treasures they’ll be

On the highest cliff I will be standing

When my heart and I finally agree

To toss your photos in the ocean 

’til currents drown your memory

Movies That Inspire Lonely Author

Hey, these are movies that make me want to write. Not a list of my favorites.

  1. The Shawshank Redemption
  2. The Sixth Sense
  3. One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest   (Jack)
  4. Benjamin Button
  5. Forrest Gump
  6. Planet of the Apes (Heston’s version inspired me to write Paradox)
  7. The Godfather
  8. The Usual Suspects
  9. Ghost
  10. Titanic
  11. Scent of a Woman
  12. The Green Mile
  13. Field of Dreams (This is not about baseball. It’s about fathers and sons)
  14. It’s a Wonderful Life
  15. The Lion King  (Hakuna Matata – Need I say more?)
  16. The Matrix   (Second movie that inspired me to write Paradox)
  17. Se7en
  18. American Beauty
  19. Training Day
  20. Dirty Dancing  (Nobody puts Baby in a corner)