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Ann Chiappetta

It’s Just a Prick of a Finger, Please sign here 🏡

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It’s Just a Prick of a Finger, Please sign here


Ann Chiappetta, M.S.



It was going to happen, not sure when; we waited for paperwork, online access, more of both until we wanted to scream why did our thirty years of labor and dedication and social security credits seem like it did not matter?


We invested in our future, our property, our nest egg. It did not crack. We held it up, a gilded goose egg birthed with sweat equity. It was a proud moment, being assured we would be able to trade it for a more temperate and quieter climate. We filled the dumpsters with the past, packed our bags with hope, stepped to the curb and trusted the vehicle barreling down the street would stop; we flagged it down, climbed aboard. We flashed our senior passes, panting and massaging our aging and preapproved home buyer mortgage application.  Portable document formats and printers held us hostage. Sign, initial, drip your blood here, swab your cheek and attest to your identity. OMG, will the world disintegrate after we retire to our residence of final destination?


We made it, the golden egg house proof the dream is still achievable. As long as we have food to grow, personal care products and filtered water, we will fade away together, holding hands, serving up reduced sodium meals. We will add chopped micro herbs into the container garden grown vegetables and locally sourced animal flesh. Wine will do . The twilight years, to us, means the years we will enjoy sitting together on the patio of our dreams and absorb the natural and sometimes discordant symphony of  the American Dream.

The picture shows a single-story house with a well-maintained lawn in the foreground. The house has a metal roof with solar panels installed on it. There is a large American flag on a flagpole in the front yard. The house has a combination of brick and siding on the exterior. There is a small patio area with a bench and a potted plant near the entrance. In the background, there are tall trees with green leaves, and the sky is partly cloudy with patches of blue.


Remembering Bailey a poem for NPM

| Filed under blindness Guide dogs Poem

Your Name

Ann Chiappetta


Bathing my life in slobbery joy you

Accepted me unconditionally

If only love could  sustain you and

Let you live forever

Everyone knows a dog named Bailey

Yellow Labrador guiding  my heart

and memories.


For Guiding Eyes Bailey 1BB13 April 2013-March 2024.


Yellow lab Bailey lick's Annie's face. She is laughing.Annie and yellow lab Bailey licking her face

dreaming of a Dog

| Filed under blindness Guide dogs Poem

Double Dreams of My dog

Ann Chiappetta



Dreamt of

My dog’s escape

The door was open

Heartsick I panicked

Searched, begged


for his

return. I watched

all those I   lost

drive off with Mom

Bailey Bailey Bailey

I called


But then

Someone called,  urgently

I have


My hand

Touches the leather

this collar  familiar but

Not my dog

Could this


Dog Be

my future partner

or is it merely

a wishful


Yellow lab Bailey one year old standing at the shor in Maine. Photo taken by his puppy raiser. Bailey died March 16, 2024, he was ten. We miss you buddy.

Yellow lab bailey posed with blue skies and clouds in the background. 





Annie Shares News Spring has sprung! 🌸`

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Annie Shares News volume 3 Issue 4 April 2024





A sweeping view of the Golden Gate bridge at daytime, the bay spread out below it and the top of its towers bathed in fog. The title is across the top and the author's name is across the bottom.🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸


Spring is in the air, folks! Our neighbor’s cherry blossom tree is in full bloom despite the irregular weather.  Our yard is blessed with dozens of songbirds, rabbits and a few squirrels. The evenings are entertaining, often filled with the haunting of competing hooting owls.  It’s nature’s musical score and we love it.


Goodness, do I have plenty to share, from poetry to novels.

Did you know it’s National Poetry Month?

I will be reading my poem, Riding the Subway for the release of the Western Pennsylvania BARD poets  anthology. I plan to record it and hope to share the performance for my May 2024 newsletter.


My poem, Where the Heart Lives won third place in the Oprelle poetry anthology, the release is yet to be announced.


My first novel, Hope for the Tarnished, is currently in the audio recording studio and should be ready for purchase on Audible in June.


My second novel, Imperfections, released last month, is doing well. The book launch was also in March, here is the link to listen:


Please support Indie authors like me, we love your interest in our books and other types of art.   Sharing this newsletter with someone could mean a reading, writing or appearance to promote my books. 😉

Until next time!



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A publishing Success! 📕

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I am sharing the acceptance letter with you.

If anyone reading this would like me to send the poem via email, please let me know: I cannot share it publicly until after it is published in the anthology.

I’ve been working hard improving my craft and style. In 2023 I submitted my work to ten publications and was accepted to three.


Dear Ann,


It is Oprelle Publication’s great honor to congratulate you on being chosen as the


Third Place Winner in the 

2023 “Coming Home” Poetry Contest

This contest was uniquely challenging in that the competition drew awarded and published writers as well as complete novices …where so many times, we find diamonds! Needless to say, the Coming Home competition always draws some tough contenders. Our judges really enjoyed your poem, Where the Heart Lives

Your lines like,


Human touch

Holding hands before

Slipping off to sleep

will not soon be forgotten. We really enjoyed your poem’s gentle journey in imagery and thought.


Your writing will gain excellent exposure because your poem and name will be featured in the upcoming “Coming Home” Anthology. The book will be in a 5.5 by 8.5 layout.  We are looking forward to a really beautiful paperback later this year.


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The Word River

| Filed under assistive technology blindness writing


Being an author, I am often asked about the writing process. Where do I write? What is the time of day I am the most creative? What equipment or software do I use? How do I get my ideas? The answers are straightforward. I write in my office and prefer the daytime from mid-morning to early evening. I type all my work on a pc with Windows and assistive technology   software for the blind. I edit my work with this technology, listening to   documents with text-to-speech access.    Ideas come to me via observation, examination and experience. They  form through dreams, news, conversations I hear, observing the sensory  information and what surrounds me. Curiosity  leads me through it all.


Once an idea reveals itself, I make a mental note to   track it. . If it persists, if I fall asleep mulling it over and it is there the next morning, I know it is a subject or idea I must  relax into for it to develop.  When I say develop I mean a piece of something  destined for words taking hold and growing. Setting an idea free means being conscious of it while it travels through  my gray matter, collecting relevance and resonance  until we meet again.


The most difficult question regarding the writing life is describing the creativity involved in the writing process. There isn’t a short answer, it’s more like paddling a canoe along the sluggish tidal pools and terrifying rapids of a miles-long river .  An idea is the starting point. What if the dream  I woke up remembering  could be written into a short story? What if the influx and pattern of birds and their hierarchy at the feeders could be described in a poem? What if the  blog articles I’ve already written on a particular topic could  be organized into a handbook of some kind?


Once I know the idea is forming, I write a brief note to myself and  step back, absorb my effort into another writing project. This is essential for the idea to continue developing.


For example, I got an idea for an urban fantasy short story about garden gnomes  playing a major role in helping rescue prisoners of human trafficking in China with dimensional magic. I sketched out the timeline, location, characters, and other details. I researched elements in the story following a rough outline. I am a hybrid of a planner and a Pantzer, creating enough of a timeline of scenes and the story arc to follow but loose enough for it to  flex as the story expands.


Next is the typing, word play, placement of scenes,  theme of the story, plot, and deleting, replacing and revising.


When the story stalls, because inevitably it will stall as part of the evolution of the story, I go onto another project. I do not believe in writer’s block. I believe the story will write itself as long as I have faith it will do so. If the story is meant to be written and I am purposeful about writing it, it will get done.


Sometimes the ideas lay dormant for years, others seem to call to me in a more creative urgency. Some stories , after a few hundred pages sit in my manuscript folder on Drop Box because I wrote myself into a corner.  I think about them all the time, consider pulling one up and begin the revision process.  I am not the only author to lament unfinished work laying in the manuscript closet.    Maybe a few will eventually be revived and become something for the masses, but I do not question. This is how my first two novels were completed. When the piece beckons, I’ll take up my creative paddles,  push off into the word river and ride the current, trusting the words will come.





Annie Shares News V 2 Issue 12 🧧🎁💖

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Annie Shares News Volume 2 Issue 12 December 2023





🎅  🤶  🌲  💖


Christmas and holiday greetings, readers. In these trying times of war and strife, peace and joy are elusive and sometimes difficult to express. It is for these reasons I am writing this newsletter. My purpose, as insignificant as it may be, keeps me grounded and it is my hope it helps someone else to keep the hope going.


I am pleased to report my second novel, Imperfections, is being sent to the independent book publishing company, DLD Books  for formatting. The release is planned for spring 2024.  It’s been a long and rewarding path for the writing of this story. It is less biographical and  I hope different enough for readers to rave about. I’ll be telling you all more about it in the January 2024 newsletter.


Also in my Sharingdom, Smashwords/D2D is launching an End-of-year eBook sale from December 15 to January 1, 2024. The sale will include genres from children’s books to horror titles.    Upwelling: Poems, my first poetry collection is free and my other titles are discounted. eBooks make great gifts! 🎁🧧

Save this promo link so you can shop as soon as December 15 rolls up:


Of course, by now, being a subscriber to this newsletter, you are aware I am a person with a disability. I support other writers with disabilities as well as promoting my own writing and books. One such writer, Patty L. Fletcher, is the person who  had a role in assisting me to find my own path to independent publishing. I am excited to include the information for readers to check out her new book.

The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order.


If you prefer an anthology, check out this one, hot off the indie press, Behind Our Eyes 3 A literary Sunburst. It is written and edited by writers with disabilities and the proceeds from the sale of the book go directly to funding the Behind Our Eyes organizational literary programs , most  offered  free-of-charge. Sales will also assist in the costs of publishing  their biannual literary magazine, Magnets and Ladders.



My gift to you is a recording of the poem, Little Tree by e.e. Cummings. Below is the text.

[little tree]

  1. E. Cummings


“little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower

who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see            i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly

i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid

look           the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold.
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy

then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud

and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”





A Be My Eye Moment

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The following is an auto-generated description of a photo provided by Be My Eye, an AI app being offered through another blindness assistance app called Be My Eyes.  The best and most exciting part of this app and the AI skill it offers is independence. A smart phone user can now take a picture, then ask Be My Eye to describe it.  It’s mad cool to do this. I read a blog post that states over three million photos have been described with this app.


Have you, the non-blind reading this, ever given thought to just how many questions we, the disabled, must ask our family and friends? Reading labels, finding a dropped object, coordinating colors and clothing, etc., etc. “What does that say?” I ask this of my husband quite a lot each and every day.  It’s nice to have someone around to help. But when he isn’t here or I am alone or with other blind folks, this app has the potential to do more than describe a photo and I cannot wait to be part of its future development.


Currently there are video conferencing apps, like  Be My Eyes and AIRA,  that connect a blind person with a sighted operator  via the phone’s camera who can assist visually. There is an app called Seeing AI, the skills include OCR (Optical Character Recognition) for reading text aloud with a smart phone’s speech output. The app will describe  faces, colors, currency and street signs/landscapes   and more skills are on the way, I am sure; the app includes a scanner to read  product labels. Imagine an app doing both and adding more skills and possibly being voice-activated.  I won’t go all Sci-Fi on you but one day  this  app might one day become a little electronic dot one could mount on an eye patch or  on the rim of your eyeglasses or maybe even a contact lens.  Until then, friends, let’s have fun with this cool app, Be My Eye.




The picture shows a happy moment in a backyard. A woman with light skin and grey hair is sitting on a black metal chair. She is wearing a beige t-shirt with a circular design on it and grey shorts. She has a big smile on her face and is looking at the camera. She is holding two dogs. One dog is brown with black stripes and has a sturdy build, while the other dog is a cream-colored Labrador. They both seem very content and are sitting close to the woman.


In the background, there is a house with a brick lower half and beige siding on the upper half. There is a window and a sliding glass door visible. There is also a small black table with a red cup, a white plate, and an orange ball on it. The ground is a concrete patio with some fallen leaves, and there is a patch of green grass to the left. The atmosphere seems very homely and joyful.



A Virtual Housewarming 🏡

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That’s right, it’s Bingo night with Pampered Chef and Cindy G. –

The hostess with the Mostest!!!

Wednesday, November 1, 2023 at 7:00 p.m. eastern via zoom.


Here is the link to my party catalog if you cannot attend the zoom bingo. It will stay open until November 8th:



Many of my family and friends know Jerry and I moved to western Pennsylvania six weeks ago. We left New York behind along with old and outdated belongings.  Yep,  we ditched the cruddy bits and pieces of our past, along with kitchen items   we nursed well beyond their best performance.


The most creative and sensible way I know to gather the village and ask for support is a doing a Pampered Chef party.

Inviting you and your friends to a Pampered Chef zoom bingo party  is fun and gives you a chance to find out about these great products that enhance your life . Who doesn’t want to learn more about easier ways to cook and prep food ?  Attending this party will be fun and full of great products. Plus, you might win bingo. If you do buy a product, your purchase will help me welcome some great products into my new home.

Here is the Zoom link, feel free to pass it to your contacts. In fact, please pay it forward, the more sales I receive, the better I will be able to apply my inner chef. 😊 If you want to book a party, Cindy will help you out.

PF products are the best quality and  as a blind chef, I find them safe and easy to use. The products I use most are the  garlic slicer, the mini chopper and   The best utensil is the  lasagna server.


My email is if you have questions or comments.

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Train Trip

| Filed under Poem writing

Last week I boarded the train on a trip from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania to New Rochelle, New York. The ride, about eight hours in total, lacked the typical stressors of airplane travel.  I’ve always liked trains and after this longer trip, I discovered  the rails do something I never noticed before. They sing.


During  a handful of long stretches, the familiar clickety-clack we all associate with a moving train faded and a resonating hum emitted. I found it hypnotizing; since I am not a musician I don’t know if   the notes were in a major or minor key or which key. It  started with a low note and increased until the note  reached a soprano and  ended. The audible phenomenon lasted only a short distance and varied. Think of a  finger circling  the lip of a wine glass on a grander scale.


Rail Song

By Ann Chiappetta


Rails and wheels marry

Sharing the miles

Conversations carry

Conductor  sashays past

In the distance the horn blast

Rebounds reaches the last car.


Pastoral corridor  lulls

The song is heard

A message

It conveys

The paring of rail and wheel

The joy of invention.


Disembarking  upon arrival

from west to east .

The urge to thank  the thrumming metal beast

For performing it’s rail song

Twitches fingers


Stays with me.