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The Love of an Animal

Published October 28, 2017 by Maryanne

True LoveNicholas Gray and Maryanne

“Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France. 

 

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is the author of “Love Cats” available on Amazon in paperback and kindle editions: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Cats-Maryanne-Christiano-Mistretta/dp/1681020513

Halloween Season in Ringoes and Lambertville, NJ

Published October 22, 2017 by Maryanne

DSCF0559Loving the baby goats in Ringoes

Today was my first full day back in New Jersey since the trip to Atlanta. While I didn’t miss the Jersey attitude, I certainly missed the autumn colors. It was great to spend a Sunday on the road with my husband, going to farms for produce and taking in the super beautiful day.

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This house in Lambertville has these incredible decorations — all handmade. They are very Burton-esque. We first discovered them a few years ago; and were happy to see that they are not only there again, but the display expanded from the front lawn to around the alleyway!

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DSCF0591My husband, Dennis Lords — Mr. Halloween himself! 

Rockin’ in Atlanta

Published October 21, 2017 by Maryanne

DSCF0512Atlanta, Georgia (Photo by Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta)

Some time ago I wrote that after nine years of being self-employed, I started working in the editorial department at a magazine. That said, I went on my first business trip with the company. My days were very full, but I had free nights. Being the music lover I am, the first night I had dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe (now I’ve been to three — Atlanta, NYC, and Atlantic City).

DSCF0521Iggy Pop’s leather at Hard Rock Cafe

Being a big Iggy fan (more so for his solo efforts than The Stooges), seeing his leather was a notable for me. Other great items were outfits by Tina Turner, Stevie Nicks, and Steven Tyler, plus a Led Zep concert ticket that never happened because of the death of John Bonham.

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Herman’s Hermits starring Peter Noone at City Winery, Atlanta

(Photo by Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta)

Now, before I even got on the plane, I had it in my head that I was going to see Peter Noone at the City Winery, Atlanta. This was about the 6th time I saw him and Noone just keeps getting better and better. He did all his hits: “Dandy” “No Milk Today” “Something Good” “Listen People” “Mrs. Brown You’ve Got a Lovely Daughter” “Henry the 8th” and “There’s a Kind of Hush.” And hits by many others, plus imitations of Johnny Cash and Mick Jagger, because in addition to great music, Noone is a very funny guy. He makes his way into the audience a few times, shaking hands and taking photographs with fans. His energy is electrifying! The place was jam-packed and everyone was having a blast.

I gave Mr. Noone several standing ovations throughout his performance; and he even shook my hand during the show.

After the performance, fans were lined up to meet and greet. I opted out because my jet lag was so bad I was seeing blurry (without even drinking alcoholic beverages!)

Nevertheless, it’s always fun to see a live show when you’re out of your area! I wonder if I was the only Jersey Girl in the audience that night?

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is a full-time associate editor; and a three-time author. Her third book “The Gypsy Smiled” (which has a rock ‘n’ roll theme) is available at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gypsy-Smiled-Maryanne-Christiano-Mistretta/dp/1545447470

 

 

Decadent Therapy!

Published October 15, 2017 by Maryanne

Cake PhotoThat couch! It’s a beautiful thing!

(Me at Cake, NYC in the 1990s, the decade of Prozac Nation)

It always cracks me up when someone tries to win an argument by suggesting that the person they are arguing with needs therapy. Therapy-shaming is ignorant. Therapy is something everyone can benefit from, and only a narcissist would think they don’t need therapy.

Every successful, truly happy person I’ve ever met has been clearly vocal about their therapist. This leads me to believe that people who ain’t too proud to admit they could use a little help are the ones that learn to move mountains in life.

“Asking for help is always a sign of strength” – Michelle Obama.

“It’s really a wonderful thing to be able to talk to someone who doesn’t judge you.” -Katy Perry.

Since the 1960s, therapy has been in vogue. For part of the ’60s I wasn’t even born, but I became aware of the power of therapy in the 1990s. I was in my early 30s — and we were in the musical age of grunge. Back then, it seemed like everyone was depressed. Books like “Prozac Nation” were top sellers. Kurt Cobain killed himself and it was documented that some fans followed suit and killed themselves too. People started to become aware that depression and bipolar and stress were real things — for real people. And all the cool people started going to therapy.

Jumping on the band wagon, I tested the waters with a few therapists back then. The problem is, like anything else good in life, it takes some time to find a good one. But the effort is well worth it. Over the years I found a couple good ones — and from time to time, their wisdom still seeps into my brain and it’s very helpful.

Earlier this week one of my favorite friends took me to a Katy Perry concert. I wasn’t familiar with her music; then during the show, I fell in love with it. Every song was amazing — and empowering. And her stage show was epic.

I Googled Katy Perry and was incredibly impressed by all she did. She wrote all her songs; songs that had hooks, songs that were clever and fun, and told me Katy Perry could be an old soul. It made perfect sense to learn that such a super high achiever goes (or went) to therapy.

And here I am relating, because I’m at a time in my life where my career took an incredible turn for the better, which goes hand in hand with stress. Then when it comes time to “down time” you have to spend it more wisely, being more choosy about the people you want to connect with.

Once things started getting super good, career-wise, I took the advice of a few friends and started letting go of things that no longer served me. Life was always precious to me, but now even more so. Each waking moment has to count. I needed to manage my personal life like I manage my career.

So, by the advice of a psychic, I cleaned out my Facebook page, getting rid of people I’m not relating to and probably would never see again in my life. (And in their favor, they probably wouldn’t care if they never saw me again; so if they want to be snarky about it, they can post those unoriginal memes that say, “The trash took itself out.”).

I also let go of writing for two freelance publications I felt were holding me back; whether it was the stress of not liking a particular editor, or always chasing after checks that were notoriously late. It was just something that was no longer necessary to my being. TW = time wasting.

It’s a huge relief knowing that I’ll never get an email from either publication again. And I take even more comfort knowing that there are people I really can’t stand and I’ll never have to see them in my Facebook feed again!

If only every problem everyone had could disappear with a “delete” button or just saying “I quit.” But, no, that’s not going to happen.

I look so good on paper. I have the most amazing, adoring husband; the most creative, loving girlfriends; and I get to make a living as an editor, writer, and public speaker. How cool is that?

The bottom line is — I’m human. I get nervous. I get scared. I have bursts of unhappiness. I terribly miss loved ones who passed and are waiting on the other side. I worry about things that may never happen. I am too sensitive for this world.

So what do I do about it? Call a therapist. Unfortunately the one that helped me the most 10 years ago has long retired.

I found another I really like. She wasn’t in my benefits network and offered to help me find others that were. When she sent an email with names and numbers, after researching them, I wasn’t feeling it. I shook my head. I wrote back to her, “But I want YOU!”

It made no difference to me that I’d be paying out of pocket. From my short phone call with this woman, she deserves my top dollar! And, I’m worth it. My first appointment is in two weeks.

I can’t wait to get on that couch, put my cute feet up, and have some girl talk with an intelligent age-appropriate woman who wowed me over the telephone in a short consult session.

God bless that good ‘ole glamorous indulgence called therapy. If it’s good enough for Katy Perry, it’s good enough for me! ❤

I feel better already!

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is a three-time author. Her second book, the fictitious “Love Cats” deals with the issues of selfish people. It’s available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback versions: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Cats-Maryanne-Christiano-Mistretta/dp/1681020513)  

 

 

 

 

 

 

All About Eve Arts Festival

Published October 4, 2017 by Maryanne

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I am humbled and honored to have been a part of the All About Eve Festival of the Arts at the West End Arts Center in Long Branch, NJ. There was some great talent there last night!

Super special thanks to Gregg Glory (Gregg G. Brown) who coordinated the event with Emanuel DiPasquale.

Forty-one poems were selected for the reading.

Mine was “All About Eve”

All About Eve

All about Eve?

What about me?

In a superficial society.

Trendy, Fendi,

Keeping up with Beyonce

 

Spending at your local foods

People are so freakin’ rude

Pushing shop carts into butts

Let their kids do what they want.

 

Monopolize the conversation

It’s better than a sex sensation

Demean others, even your friends

The main thing is to “win, win, win.”

 

Do it daily, do it loud

Do it often so you feel proud

Raise your kid the same way

She’s a princess every day

 

Problems in the world we see

Ignorance, sickness, poverty

Change would be nice, if only …

Yet we still chant, “Me! Me! Me!”

 

And, you know, it’s nothing new,

Eve was all about “me” too.

Back then it was forbidden fruit,

Now it’s Botox to stay cute.

 

Charlton Heston, was once the rage, uh-huh

No one cares what Moses claimed; uh-huh

And the ME goes on. And the ME goes on.

On.

On.

On.

On.

 

Copyright 2017, Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta

All rights reserved.

Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is an award-winning journalist, author, and public speaker. Her third book, “The Gypsy Smiled” is available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gypsy-Smiled-Maryanne-Christiano-Mistretta-ebook/dp/B074VC7MT9