Author: Christine Amoroso

I am a sister, mother, nonna and loyal friend. I am most proud of these relationships. They are my greatest accomplishment. In 2017 I took a leave from a 20 year career in education, the last 14 years as a school administrator. I sold everything I owned and moved to Italy to write and have a little adventure. I returned a year later with the manuscript for my first book, a memoir, Bare Naked in Pubic. I'm thrilled to announce it was published by Torchflame Publishing (an imprint of Top Reads) in July 2024. I love writing. It has helped me organize my thoughts and work through some pretty tough life lessons. It was writing that gave me the courage to change my life for the better. I encourage everyone to tell and share their stories. It's the only way we can find our way back to each other. Thanks for stopping by :-)

A little wisdom . . .

The pouring rain floods the small patio outside the sliding glass door. Still in my pajamas I watch from the comfort of my bed.  I wish to lay her all day long, listening to the falling rain, and alternating between reading my latest book club pick and playing Words with Friends.  If a friend were... Continue Reading →

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Take the time to pause . . .

Lifting weights and pushing through the last of my sit-ups, I wrap up my morning workout. I find it easy to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I always have, something that came naturally. Exercise and diets have never been on my list of New Year’s resolutions. That is, if I actually made a list.  Laying on... Continue Reading →

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Home . . .

I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending it’s nighttime as we chase the sunset on this flight. The cabin is quiet. I cannot sleep and I cannot resist the view, thirty-eight thousand miles above an enormous snowy mass somewhere over... Continue Reading →

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Write, edit, rinse, repeat . . .

Tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard, reading and rereading chapters, my eyes burn.  I understand now why other writers have said that editing a story is sometimes harder than the  initial writing. This has been the case with my memoir. Having never written a book I had zero expectations about the process other than... Continue Reading →

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Little boy wisdom . . .

I stand at the back gate of the school, the designated spot for picking up first graders. My grandson knows I’m his ride today and I can’t wait to see him, just the two of us for a few hours.  The bell rings and class after class make their way across the playground.  I spot... Continue Reading →

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To whom it may concern . . .

To whom it may concern: Don’t wait . . . don’t wait to tell someone you don’t love them anymore, or that you never did, or that you have fallen in love with someone else. Don’t linger in a relationship because you have nothing better to do, or because it feeds your ego, or because... Continue Reading →

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