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Ann Chiappetta

What’s In My Garden

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Tomato Day

Today was tomato day. What do I mean by that? Well, we’re putting up our own tomatoes for the winter time now that we can do it. We’ve wanted to do it for over 20 years, but we lived in an apartment and never had access to either the space, time or to the vegetables themselves.

 

It’s wonderful to live here and have a farm share nearby. We ordered a case of plum tomatoes and they didn’t disappoint. It weighed over 25 pounds. I got an extra huge stock pot a few years ago and I use it to put up the tomatoes. I spend the morning dicing them and cutting out some stems and blemishes and then I diced them up even more and put them in the pot and set them to simmering. JERRY has his part two. He’s the muscle of course. But he also does the hand blending in our stick blender in the pot and he does a really good job getting everything nice and smooth.

 

What do I actually put in the pot with the tomatoes? It’s good you ask. I use some fresh herbs, some dried herbs, usually basil, oregano, and thyme. I also use sea salt, a lot of garlic, both granulated and fresh and tomato paste. I try to use as little as salt as possible, but it just doesn’t taste the same without some salt. I also put in some black pepper and maybe later on I’ll add a little bit more salt or pepper depending on how it goes.

 

The pot sits there for hours and hours and hours and just simmers. Six hours is the minimum.  Hopefully by tomorrow morning, it’ll be cooled down enough for me to start putting it away and getting it into the freezer. I use those quart sized Chinese soup containers that Chinese food restaurants put their wonton soup in. I get them on Amazon. I get them 10 at a time and they seem to do well and they don’t seem to mind being frozen. I found that many of the storage bags that said they can tolerate deep freezing usually can’t they become brittle and then they break on the ends like in the corners. It compromises the taste of the tomatoes.

 

What else do I do in the garden ? What does our garden have this year?

 

Jerry and our handy guy, John, loaded a bunch of high quality topsoil into our garden  beds. Last year the soil we purchased was poor quality and our poor outcome was due to this cheaper soil. The garden meds are doing great. We have four different kinds of peppers: Italian dessert peppers, banana, bell, and sweet Jalapeno.  We grew four different kinds of tomatoes: beefsteak, San Marzano, cherry and an indeterminate  twice the size of cherry tomatoes.  We have potatoes, carrots, patty pan squash, and bush beans.  This year we’re trying strawberries, blueberries, and a three-year currant bush. It means the bush won’t be viable for at least two seasons.

We’re also trying watermelon but we’re not too sure how they’re gonna do because I don’t know if we have the right atmosphere for them. The birds also peck at them.

 

As for my herbs we are currently growing lemon balm, catnip, chives, basil, oregano, dill, Italian, parsley, rosemary, and thyme, hoping to expand the lovage  we planted but it seems difficult to start. lovage seems to be a slow and sluggish type of herb though it’s wonderfully celery like and it’s really great in salads and soups. It’s very tasty so that’s it for What’s in our freezer?  The freezer now has frozen beans, frozen corn, frozen, diced peppers and tomatoes plus it’s gonna have the tomato sauce and hopefully we’ll get to the farm butcher at some point and have some grass fed beef, chicken  and pork in there as well.

 

It’s Been a While, Let’s Catch up

| Filed under blogging writing Writing Life

Hi all- lapsing on posting to this blog isn’t horrible but I know posting here more frequently is a good thing, even if life gets in the way.

First, here is an online interview featuring me for Canvas Rebel:

https://canvasrebel.com/meet-ann-chiappetta   

Next, if you haven’t subscribed to my low-traffic monthly newsletter, send a blank email to:

anniesharesnews+subscribe@groups.io — let’s keep in touch.

 

The winter kept me busy with  a few art projects, check them out on my art studio page:

https://annchiappetta.com/whispering-vines-studio 

I hope your summer plans are full of warmth and fun!

 

 

 

 

Night’s Window

| Filed under blogging nonfiction Poem

What did I do today? I slept late, a wonderful thing to execute after retirement.

 

Once I got up, I took my meds and got to work reading the never-ending stream of email. I wrote a report for one group, filled out two forms for a festival I am attending, and decided on what to have for dinner along with my spouse.

 

He got harassed by our cats for food and started baking a cake and discovered we didn’t have any butter. Off to the store he went with a list on his phone because he cannot remember anything.  Now I am waiting for his return so the dogs can eat. We feed them together mostly because we do some minor food prep for them. One dog gets a pill in the watermelon, the other has to get his food measured and they both get a few green beans and a sprinkle of probiotics on top.

We’ll start dinner after he bakes the cake. We will let the dogs run in the backyard and  look forward to sitting down and sharing a meal together.

 

In the frame of

the picture window

forks dip and lift in

the reflection of evening

 

gloaming silvers the

wintered grass until our specters

fade into the night

 

 

 

Entering an Art Show

| Filed under blindness blogging writing

Entering an Art Show

This is a longer post.

 

Six months ago, I embarked on a new creative project, mixed media art. I’d abandoned the visual arts a long time ago after losing my vision from a progressive retinal eye disease with no cure called RP. I compensated by turning my creativity towards writing and have since published six books and have written dozens of articles and over 100 poems since losing my sight. But something was still missing.

I started reading “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron. I learned, through some of Cameron’s deep questioning that I was ignoring and suppressing a part of my creative spirit and it was past the time to reinvigorate my affinity with the visual arts.

 

For at least a year prior to reading Cameron’s book, I kept being challenged by the Universe and I just did not pick up on the messages. I became friends with a painter who is blind. I watched a presentation wherein the painter was a blind guy who painted murals and was successful and represented by a legitimate art gallery.

 

The self-imposed barrier seemed to fade. I felt the itch to create. ideas and compositions filled me. I watched YouTube, my favorite is Mixed Media Masters with Spider Graham.  I made lists and started buying stuff for my studio, got an art table, and a couple of hundred dollars of supplies and a month later, I sat down and began creating.

 

I use stencils, canvas and watercolor paper, upcycle materials like packing foam, and acrylic paints, wood, wax sticks, stickers, ribbon and other textiles.

 

Yesterday I dropped off three pieces for a touchable juried art show being held at the Carnegie Library of Accessible Media for Pennsylvanians, or LAMP, here in Pittsburgh.

It is titled, Sumata Sensory -Relating to the Senses

Exhibition Dates: November 7 – 28, 2025

Open to all persons working in 3-dimensional materials

that provide a rewarding tactile experience.

 

Presented in partnership:

Library of Accessible Media for Pennsylvanians, Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh (LAMP, CLP)

https://mylamp.org/

Pittsburgh’s Society of Sculptors, SOS

https://www.societyofsculptors.org

 

About the Exhibition:

      • This exhibition presents a tactile adventure for visitors to LAMP/CLP’s engaging library space.

 

When I first became a published author and poet, I accomplished not only releasing a book but also offered a book in an accessible format for the blind and individual with print disabilities. I am continuing this overarching goal with my art. I want people to touch it and all except for one piece is touchable. I strive to have all my pieces described.

Thanks for reading. I’ll be in touch soon with a new page of my pieces and prices should anyone wish to add my work to your wall. 😊 🎨

Description: A six inch round black folk-art piece mounted in a black wood frame. Several small flower-like shapes are arranged somewhat symmetrically. There are four reddish-orange copper colored  flower shapes each with a black center. Three smaller white or silver flower shapes are scattered in between the reddish flowers. In the very center a single blue eye design resembling an eye charm or amulet is painted upon a larger copper colored flower.

Materials: 6” circle canvas board. poly  foam flowers. Acrylic paint and copper metallic powder, black  and silver  glitter paper. Marble paper, Paint pen. Flowers cut using steel cookie cutter and paper punch.  Sealed in clear gloss medium.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Laundry Balls and Guide Dogs

| Filed under blindness blogging Guide dogs pets and people

Visiting my Sister, Laundry Balls and Iowa the New Guide Dog

 

I flew from Pittsburgh to Cape Cod, South Yarmouth, in fact, and spent five days with my sister and her wife in their sweet place. Their house is beautiful and the love and care they both extent to it shows. A plethora of hydrangea, lush grass and friendly neighbors are proof the location is a gem.

 

The day before I returned home Cheryll did my laundry and while folding, I found a ball, what I first thought was a tennis ball, wedged in the sleeve of a shirt.

 

Cheryll told me it was a wool laundry ball, using a bunch of them in a load of wash or drying helps the machines work better and one does not need to dose one’s laundry with so much fabric softener or dryer sheets. This appealed to being better for my allergies and the environment and I could not wait to get home and try them for myself.

 

When I got back home, I ordered a bunch, sold in sets of six, and I must say, I am impressed. It cuts the drying time and keeps sheets, towels and blankets from twisting and not drying.

 

As it happened, my new guide dog, a black lab named Iowa, came into our lives upon my return, a week later. Little did I know if I dropped one, he would run off with it. The balls are a bit bigger than the size of a tennis ball, made of lightweight wool, and make no sound when dropped on the floor. I can only imagine what might be going through Iowa’s mind; the ball isn’t for me? Humans are weird.

 

Guide and service dogs are still dogs, and will have personalities, propensities and behaviors that while are not entirely what we expect, lend to their individuality. My second guide dog, Bailey, would greet me every morning with my slipper in his mouth. It wasn’t a surprise, then, when Iowa just could not help himself and took the ball.

thanks to Iowa’s sneaky ways I am more careful now and I count my balls with each wash and dry.😜

 

😉

 

Black lab Iowa lay in the grass with a dog toy.No

Blogger Dodger 🙀

| Filed under blogging Guide dogs

Blogger Dodger? Yes,!

 

Let me explain. You know the grief tunnel many people talk about? You know the one where entering is dark and dismal and you are lost, often misdirected by false glimmers only to trip on some crack falling and rolling down to where you started?

Yup. Been like this since last March — saying goodbye to Bailey, my second guide dog.

 

The experience meant I avoided sharing how I felt until the real light came into view and I stepped into the warm, healing sunshine.  This means no more blog dodging or dodging why I retreated from life for a while.

🦮

Now that I’ve explained, I am also cautiously excited to share my third guide dog, whose name I will not share yet, is coming with his guide dog mobility instructor, or GDMI, on May 15 for ten days of training.

 

That’s right, these creaky joints will be thumping along beside a dog once again and I am fortunate to be able bodied enough to accomplish the task at home where I’ve lived for only 18 months. Jerry will be thrilled as will our pet dog, May.

 

The name reveal will be announced on Facebook.

Jerry has already started asking questions. When can I pet the dog? Will I be able to play with the dog? It’s been a long time since training with Bailey. It’s been a long time since the new guide dog protocols have been followed

I will need to assume the drill sergeant Mr. Pipp once again like I mentioned in my memoir, Follow Your Dog a Story of Love and Trust😉

Here’s to a warm and blessed Spring 🕊️

 

 

 

 

 

warm thoughts on a cold day

| Filed under blindness blogging writing Writing Life

Got cabin fever? How about some reading to help pass the time.

Hop on over to

https://pattysworlds.com/sublime-sunday-reading-presents-featured-author-of-the-week-ann-chiappetta/

 

and read an interview I submitted for Patty’s Worlds blog. If you haven’t checked Patty’s books, why not find out about them while you’re visiting.

 

Guest Poet Blue April

| Filed under blogging Poem writing

A Poem By Blue April

thinking of You, Me, Us

all alone in my room
no one’s awake

thinking of you, me, us.

4:30 a.m. lying down
staring at the darkness

thinking of you, me, us.

I turn on the TV
the song plays and

I’m thinking of you, me, us.

on the floor
hours pass, all alone

again, thinking of you, me, us.

together better in a dream
so I sleep

still thinking of you, me, us

 2010

2024 Creativity Check-In ✅

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The 2024 Creativity Check-In

 

“Rejected pieces aren’t failures; unwritten pieces are.”

—    Greg Daugherty.

 

It felt like a year of rejections. I’d increased submitting my work in 2023, mostly poems. The ‘R’ dominated the accepted/rejected submissions column on my spreadsheet.

 

It was a pivotal point in my writing life.  I admit I pouted, my husband remarked I sounded cranky. I asked a few of my trusted friends what they thought of my poems. In general, they said my poems were understandable, made them feel something and the imagery and metaphor wasn’t confusing or trite. A good response. But I wanted my poems to be better.  I wanted to learn how to craft poetry with memorable themes, with a message, once read, would not be easy to forget. Based on the number of rejections from editors I was not reaching those goals, at least not yet. I did not want my work to be “nice”, I wanted my work to be “Wow”.

 

I was recovering  from a string of serious grief provoking circumstances. The loss of my job in 2019 and the  death of my first guide dog in 2020 during the height of the pandemic.  Add the emotional toll my husband and I bore resulting from  the death of my second guide dog in early 2023 and being estranged from our first-born child for the last five years. It is understandable I sought  an avenue of expression which also proved cathartic but did not achieve  the accolades I craved.

 

The spark of creativity fueled by the last four years of my personal journey was rich in potential themes. How to plumb those depths became my focus.  I trolled the interwebs, found poets and writers who felt equally as stuck. It wasn’t writer’s block, it felt like I’d taken a wrong turn and couldn’t exit the traffic circle.

 

Thankfully asking others what they might do if faced with a similar creative conundrum, through personal conversations and the interwebs, I formed a plan.

 

Theoretically I could  submit to as many publishing calls as I fancied but I first had to write the quality poems  editors and journals sought. The next thing was to find poetry writing workshops and focused critique groups  with good mentorship and instruction. A few weren’t the right fit. One  instructor, however, offered a structured critique group and it checked all my boxes.   The groups did not exceed six poets, it was conducted over Zoom, including written commentary and suggestions for each poem submitted and  the sessions were recorded.

 

During the first session of a series of workshops in 2023 I shared I felt lost creatively and I wanted to unplug the emotions using poetry. The kind and caring attitude of not only the facilitator, john, but also the other poets, lent me the confidence to focus on  capturing the emotions and crafting the imagery and metaphoric language. Being open to constructive and kind feedback from the other poets and providing my own feedback to their poems encouraged me to become more confident and adjust my assumptions regarding the messages poets mean to convey in their quest of expression within their work. What became clear to me was I could address my grief   and the losses I bore using poetic devices I’d previously did not feel practiced enough to employ. Releasing  emotions, experimenting with and validating and recording them on a document healed me from within.

 

By the end of  2023 I’d completed a few workshops and my writing friends commented positively regarding the shift in style and power of the messages expressed in my work. A second opportunity developed for a second more intimate critique group. Two other poets and I began meeting weekly for a generative fellowship. I loved reading their work. Thanks to their mentorship,  I practiced how to offer kind and concise constructive feedback.  A spark of hopefulness morphed into energetic motivation. I began crafting , improving and sculpting poems evident by the feedback received by both my critique group and those outside it. I was finally getting somewhere.

 

It’s the end of 2024 and I am happy to share the acceptance rate of my poetry submissions is much improved. The quality of my poems has also improved and my friends and colleagues have noticed. The best part of my development is I feel more in control of my creative effort and it is conveyed in my work with a confidence and flair I willingly share with both poets and those who love reading and benefitting from reading poetry. I discovered other people cared about me and my creative efforts.

 

John Sibley Williams: John Sibley Williams

Behind Our Eyes Writers with Disabilities: www.behindoureyes.org

 

Find me on bluesky:  @anniecauthor.bsky.social — Bluesky

 

 

 

 

Writing to Heal and poetry 📜

| Filed under blogging Poem writing

Being a poet I often write and finish a poem and  shelve it in my mental library. When I pull it out for a poetry reading or some such project, my  reactions are sometimes surprising.

 

I recently dusted off an older poem about my Dad’s death and it got to me. I read it during a Get What You Need and Feel Good About It podcast.  The confusion, brooding tone and questioning feeling the poem elicited was powerful enough to get me all verklempt  and later the same night  resulted in a few dark dreams.

 

The poem’s meaning was meant to convey the frustration and helplessness we experience when losing a loved one. But I wonder if readers appreciate it like I do.

 

The poem, Salutations,  is in my 2020 collection, Words of Life: Poems and Essays. Vincent Lee Gracen narrated it. His performance is haunting and beautifully stark. The intensity of his talented narration evokes the emotions of grief and loss I could not convey and I am grateful he agreed to read it.

 

Salutations

By Ann Chiappetta © 2020

 

Goodbyes were said long ago

Although I couldn’t say why.

A life of 80 years has ended

And with it, the deal making begins

Preceded by melancholy

Preceded by guilt and  denial

And  anger, the funereal umbrella

A Black winged shroud

Flapping and snapping

Refusing to fold.

 

Preceded by watching my father  slowly die

 

A young girl’s fractured attachments

Brought on by divorce

A father’s quiescent avoidance

Built the wall in due course.

 

I know

Sad refrains and death’s bitter dirges

I’ve grieved since  age nine

Of death and dying, what do I really know?

I question

the purity of loss, the sanctity of morning

Because I surely haven’t achieved either

With the solemnity of a widow’s attire

Or baptism by fire

Though I’ve tried.

 

What I know

Flutters  like film strips

Time lapsed, monochrome, and silent.

In this heart and mind

All there is,

feather on stone

Wind on water

Gone.

book cover is a contemplative snapshot of a stack of stones each holding one word of the book’s title. To the right is a concentric pattern drawn in the sand.

 

  • 2013

Click here to listen to Vincent Lee Gracen’s reading of the poem.

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/7ytt0doeiqovb8bcklict/04-17-Salutations.mp3?rlkey=pzmlawybwddba918krhpro73p&dl=0