About Felicia

Felicia Carparelli is a teacher and musician, writing in Chicago. She has work published and forthcoming in Mystic Owl, Scarlet, Sinister Wisdom, Galway Review, The Rhubris, Flexx Mag, Tiny Love-New York Times, Coping with Cancer and Cure Today. She writes letters about life— some humorous, some political, published in the New York Times and The Chicago Sun-Times.

She plays her accordion during the full moon with parakeet accompaniment and has appeared on the Svengoolie show, three times.

She is working on a series of short stories inspired by Greek myths, banned books, Japanese ceramics, and the dystopian 2024 election. Body dysmorphia and her experience as a Catholic direct her work.

Being a cancer survivor with new flaws on the canvas of her body and soul is also instrumental in her writing.

Books

Short Stories

The Book of John

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I am a prophet on a mission. I awoke to that revelation after a night of prayer and meditation. Like the dude on the road to Damascus, I was struck…

Keeper of the Vortex

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Agatha tended the Vortex. It was her punishment for not obeying the Prefect of the Labyrinth, from where all life was sustained. There were rules to follow, laws older than…

ARACHNE

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If everyone has a color, then my color is black. When I was born, I emerged out of the womb with spirals of ebony hair, surrounding a dark, angry face.…

Student Success Letters

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I’ve been writing for forty years. I’ve skipped around many genres—mystery, romance, thriller, young adult, middle grade, poems (I discovered I do not have the soul of a poet)...Read  More

Tiny Love Stories: ‘Crying in the Driveway’

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Kindred Kin Our children met while teaching in Germany. His son is British; my daughter is American. He and I are both single parents, retired teachers and cheeky devils. Our…

Losing My Hair and Finding Myself

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Kermit the Frog used to sing, “It’s not easy bein’ green.” I’d like to amend that to say, “It’s not easy bein’ bald.” Losing my hair after chemotherapy for breast cancer was a real…

Discussions With My Body

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Dear Tumor, When I discovered you were living in my breast two years ago, I thought you were a cyst. I thought about you, talked to you and then dismissed…

Imperfection After Breast Cancer

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IMPERFECTION When you are missing part of your chest, you must make concessions. Accommodations. Symmetry is beauty, they tell us. Lopsided good for bunny ears, not for breasts. Picasso bosom,…

Traveling Amid the COVID-19 Pandemic As A Cancer Survivor

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My daughter recently had a beautiful baby girl in Frankfurt, Germany. From Chicago, that’s about 4,300 miles, as the jet flies. I would love to jump on a plane and…

Waiting for the Oncologist Amid COVID-19

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It's been 18 months since I finished chemo for breast cancer, 15 months since I finished radiation at this writing. My hair grew back a year ago. The tingling in…

Dance Like No One is Watching

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I am not a slug. In my Walter Mitty fantasy life, I am a Gwen Verdon Lola, sleek, supple and luscious. One of the few good things to have come…

The Roulette Wheel of Cancer Medication- Why I Stopped Playing

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I have never been a person to take a lot of pills. I have been lucky that I don't need much medicine to get through my day. I am a…

What I Lost and What I Found

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The day I had surgery for breast cancer was the longest day of  my life. It was September 2018, and it was the first time I’d been in the hospital since I…

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