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Caring for ‘Pops’ gives Vince Zangaro apreview of what his future may hold. By Ellen EldridgeFor the Atlanta Journal-ConstitutionMay 7, 2017Photos by Bita Honarvar Orange juice. That was what Vince Zangaro asked his dad to get from the corner store. Thirty minutes later, Albert called on the verge of tears. He couldn’t remember how to…
Musician Angie Aparo learns life-altering lessons from near-death experience Originally published July 16, 2017, by The Atlanta Journal-Constitution A pounding headache woke Angie Aparo early one April morning last year. A bout of nausea followed, sending him to the toilet. The pain was so severe; he was frightened. But he’d had his annual physical just…
Published June 12, 2026, by Narratively I thought my mother-in-law, Gail, would die in prison, denying my kids any real time with their paternal grandmother, and leaving me to have hard conversations with my husband, Russell, about things like the cost of flying a body to Georgia from Florida. Sent away in 2008 at age…
“You get what you pray for if you’re pure of heart,” I joked.
“Run. Away. Screaming.” That’s what I told Russell when we started dating in early 2008. Now, we’re married with two teenagers. I’ve been trying to make sense of the first thirty years of my life for the last fifteen. People with borderline personality disorder (BPD) are among the most suicidal and toughest clients to counsel….
My husband and I drove to Atlanta in a time machine to see Marilyn Manson at the Tabernacle on May 20, 2025. By that, I mean I went to recreate my experience of following the band’s first headlining tour for the band’s 1994 release Portrait of an American Family, when I was a teenager and…
I decided this morning to listen to Ugly Kid Joe’s “America’s Least Wanted.” The idea grew out of the music that is videos playlist, which is a collection of songs first introduced to me through video. Some of the songs I had been familiar with before seeing the artist’s music expressed visually. That has shifted…
I think I was 13 when I hosted an “end of the world” party with Jack Daniels drinks to celebrate summer vacation. I swear I don’t remember how we got the Tennessee Whiskey. Of course, I soaked my anxiety and brought a mixed drink of depression and teenage hormones to the party. I stirred alcohol…
There’s no going back, literally. Time machines are a worse idea than self-driving cars. But we can return to old ideas and revive ancient project ideas. “Let’s start a business!” I’ve said to more than a few people over more than a few years several times in my life. you don’t need someone to be…