Diane Masiello

Singing Solo

Embracing a writing journey centered on faith, I’m excited to share my new blog, “Every Grace and Blessing.”

Milton and Me

Here’s my latest post on The Gloria Sirens, for those who only subscribe here! Thank you for reading!

Empty Nest

Here is my latest blog post in The Gloria Sirens. It’s not quite as sad as it might originally seem.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a beautiful, four-floor home with her mother, her grandmother, her grandfather and her dog, Skipper. The little girl grew up surrounded by love and attention. Her home was the safest place she could think of, and though loved reading and learning at school,ContinueContinue reading “A Tale of Two Girls”

Let Us Go Then, You and I . . .

Oooh. The title of the blog has changed!

The Happy

This has been a rough few months for our family. My father-in-law has been struggling with some heart issues. It frustrated him, it frightened us, and it led to about three to five different hospitalizations since August. He has suffered the most and yet been in the best spirits; I’ve been akin to a sulky teenager,ContinueContinue reading “The Happy”

On Books and Babies

This month, thirteen years ago, was a season of terror. No, not Halloween. Pregnancy. I was in the final month of my first full-term pregnancy and I was waiting for disaster. There was no way, I thought, this was going to be okay. A long string of English literature classes in college and graduate schoolContinueContinue reading “On Books and Babies”

A Long Overdue Letter

As 2015 draws to a close, there’s a letter I’ve been meaning to write for a long time about something that has been very near to my heart my whole life. I am incredibly proud of myself that I can write it now, because I’ve never been able to before. I could have just writtenContinueContinue reading “A Long Overdue Letter”

Fear, Itself

This morning as I was walking into the mall I saw the upper windows over the entrance covered, billboard style, with an enormous ad for Busch Gardens’ Howl-o-Scream, a Halloween staple in Tampa. I reflexly reached down next to me to steer Boo away from the view, but as she is now 11 and in middleContinueContinue reading “Fear, Itself”

The Difference

Today my soon-to-be-nine-year-old daughter, Critter, asked me in the car if I thought she was a good artist. I replied yes, because I honestly think she has far more artistic talent in her hands than I have in my whole body. Her immediate reaction was, “You’re just saying that because you’re my mom.” I immediatelyContinueContinue reading “The Difference”