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Born into the Michael and Rosann Rosso family, I was blessed to be the last of four children. My oldest brother, Big Mike Rosso, was a professional Fender Bass player. My sister, Sharifah Rosso has a tremendous background in music and plays classical music so beautifully. My brother Danial King Rosso, played violin and was an amazing tenor. So, I grew up in a home that promoted the idea of the arts while paintings hug on walls, sketching, painting and writing were promoted and the thought of being creative was practically the golden rule. After highschool, I spent a little time in Junior College but was terrible at math so I walk away. Thanks to my sister, Sharifah Rosso, I spent some time at CalArts in Valencia California. At CalArts I was a student in the School of Music. One of the conditions of being a new student at CalArts back in the 1970's was that all new students were expected to take an introduction course about art. Well, it was in the film room where they played movies about the life of an artist that I fell in love with art. William de Kooning, Vincent Van goph, and Picasso are my top three favorite artists that inspire me to paint my own voice.




























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Monday, June 13, 2011

04.S02 Chapter Four, Snippet Two

New Prairie Woman
Susie Rosso Wolf
Chapter Four, con't


There was a silence between us now, a pause in the conversation as we made our way up to Napa. Once I cleared my head a little, had a few moments to live with the news of her pending shoulder replacement, I stopped again and looked at her as a cloud began to cast a shadow across some bougainvillea vining over a back yard fence.
“God, Jo, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are.”
“How can I help you with this?”
“I don’t think you can, just be my friend I guess.”
“I will always be your friend, Jo, always. When will you have the surgery?”
“I’m not sure yet I have to have some medical tests first then they’ll call me with a date.”
“How is Ralph taking the news?”
“He’s not surprised, but he has his own issues too,” she said as we continued to walk up Raymer to Encino.
“What issues?”
“He has to have a knee replacement.”
“What? Remind me not to drink the water over there in that house! You guys are falling apart at the seams!”
“Now that we have my soap opera out of the way, what’s new with you?”
“I’m not sure I should tell you!”
“It can’t be that bad, how bad could it be?”
“Well, last weekend while you and Ralph were out gallivanting around with your RV club, Brenda picked up the girls and drove them over for a visit from Victorville.”
“Oh how nice, that must have been great.”
“It was Jo; they were so cute and sweet and extremely excited when they looked in the fridge and saw a huge bowl of fresh ripe strawberries! You should have heard their squeals of happiness and laughter!”
“So get to the punch line would ya? I can’t wait for you to give me a blow by blow, what happened?”
“Okay Jo, well, the girls announced to me that their “Daddy” is flying to the Ontario Airport next Friday night to meet Brenda who will have the girls with her so she can hand them off to Robert who will get back on another plane with Snowflake and Cricket so they can all fly to Montana for a visit during Spring break.”
“That’s sounds great, what’s wrong with that?”
“The problem is, when Snowflake and Cricket were telling us the story, they began to beg Kurt and I to drive to Ontaro to visit with them in the airport while they wait for “Daddy” so that Kurt and I can reunite with Robert.”
“Oh, now I see the problem, you should have said that in the first place!”
“Yeah, well it’s complicated and I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to hurt them or to disappoint them in any way but we can’t just show up and be there when he arrives from Montana.”
“Why can’t you?”
“What? There’s no way that’s going to happen.”
“Susie, answer the question, why can’t you do it?”
“Um, because he hates me and stuffed me into a trash can like garbage. Does that ring a bell?”

3 comments:

  1. The story continues and I like the new blog-makeover.

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  2. Thanks for the clarification. I did some research and just wrote a blog about it but will post it tomorrow. I will make reference to your blog, if you do not mind.

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