Being the daughter of Gypsies has never been easy. My parents aren’t Romani gypsies. They have just always gotten the urge to move every 5 minutes for the heck of it. Since I was born I’ve lived in Denver, Salt Lake City, Van Nuys, North Hollywood, (in various places), San Diego, Costa Mesa, and other spots around Southern California. After I moved out at age 18, my parents took off to Running Springs, Phoenix, Napa, Congress AZ, Providence RI and back to Colorado. I have learned to become adaptable to change throughout the years and have never memorized my parent’s phone number.
Now Mom and Dad are in their late 80’s. It doesn’t look like they will be going anywhere else soon, although my mother is always threatening to fly back to Providence. This is kind of insane since she says the cold makes her arthritis flair up. She just completed a nationwide tour a few months ago, staying with me in LA for a month, then Napa, Providence and back to Colorado. I have 4 brothers and 1 sister spread all over the map. My dad, on the other hand is done with traveling. He managed to go to Washington DC for a day a few months ago on the Honor Flight for WWII vets, with my brother in law as a guardian. Despite some health issues, he is still kicking, but can’t always remember how to button up his pants, and every once in a while forgets to wear them altogether.
Now, I have been told I need to pack up and stay in Colorado for about 2 months, while my sister, (also a Gypsy) sells her wares at an art show in Arizona. She is hugely talented artist who paints on feathers. She lives on sort of a ranch on the Western Slope with horses, turkeys, chickens, a pack of dogs and an exotic Scarlet McCaw named Calypso.
I’m definitely an LA kind of girl. I love warmish weather (although this winter has been chilly) cultural hotspots, movie screenings and networking opportunities. It will be a little bit of a challenge, but luckily, I started a nice little business setting up blogs for people that allows me to work from anywhere. I have to say, I am loving every minute of it. As long as I have my little dog, and my big computer monitor, I will manage. I may have to tweak the data storage on my air card though because my sister doesn’t have the Internet hard wired into her house.
This sure beats having to deal with other people’s schedules, driving to appointments, or holding meetings and parties like I have in the past. The virtual world is my oyster. It’s the only way to go as far as I’m concerned.
I feel fortunate that I will have this opportunity to hang out with my parents as no one knows how much time they have left. Just hope the McCaw doesn’t get his head out of joint and decide to take my fingers off. Stay tuned for pics from the snow country. And, check me out HERE if you want a blog. I’ll definitely be working while I’m there.
My Dad being welcomed back from the 2010 Western Slope Honor Flight (my sister on the left)
My Mom visiting in Napa. (from left, me, my sister in law, my daughter, Mom, my brother)
Can you see the Gypsy in us?





