By Mary Bisciaio Originally Published on May 21st, 2018. I suffer from CRS. My doctor has not confirmed the diagnosis, but he doesn’t live my life...
Author - Mary Bisciaio
Mary has lived her entire in life in Michigan. She’s obsessed with the beauty of our state and spends a lot of time by the water. She’s a graduate of Marygrove College in Detroit and attended Saginaw Valley College for her post-graduate work. She enjoyed teaching middle school and high school for 27 years in East Detroit.
After she retired, she started a new career. With more time to read, she got hooked on romance novels and began writing her own. She currently has five novels in both e-book and print on Amazon and continues to find inspiration in her travels and in her imagination.
She lives with her husband of forty-five years, raised two great sons that have given her two great daughters-in-law, and five grandchildren.
By Mary Bisciaio I live in a rather large township in Michigan just north of Detroit. Thirty-seven years ago, we built our home in what would develop...
By Mary Bisciaio Recently we returned from a trip to the Bridge. Anyone from Michigan knows exactly which bridge I am talking about. Connecting the...
By Mary Bisciaio Originally Published on May 31st, 2018. Michigan has finally embraced summer. It took a while for winter to let go of its ugly grasp...
By Mary Bisciaio Dressing up for church Hair combed, shoes polished, my Sunday best My youthful restlessness My faith saves me. College...
By Mary Bisciaio The state requirements for data retention in recent years has pushed public high schools to structure history classes in much the...
By Mary Bisciaio There are all kinds of love. We love our God, a spiritual being, our parents, our spouse, and our children. We love our friends, our...
By Mary Bisciaio An election year was a history teacher’s dream. It was the ultimate teachable moment. In almost thirty years of teaching, I had more...
By Mary Bisciaio Originally Published on August 3rd, 2018 Age is linear, but life isn’t. It is constantly dipping, bending, twisting, and turning...
I never minded being an only child. I had my parents’ undivided attention, my own room in our small two-bedroom bungalow, and I learned a lot...