Judey Kalchik
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It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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Peaches: Past and Present
I have something my grandchildren do not: memories of my grandparents involved in my everyday life. There are many reasons this is so. My grandmother worked at home and church and not for a salary, my grandparents lived ten miles from my home instead of 200+ miles away. These are two of the differences that come to mind.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Feast
Extra Credit. Top Story - September 2021.
Darlene rested her head against the cool and solid refrigerator, her eyes closed as she counted out the longest sixty-three seconds of every day. Those sixty-three seconds it took for the coffee machine to create her personal cup of mommy wake up juice to start the day.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Fiction
Molly's Monday of Failures
Molly pulled the too-big thrift store sweater over her head and tugged the ends of the sleeves over her numb fingers. The warmth of the pilling wool was slow to reach through the other two layers of her clothing, but she was determined NOT to adjust the thermometer. It would remain set at 62 degrees Fahrenheit all day; she wasn't going to squander money on heat when she could pile on another sweater. Or hat. Or leggings. Or socks.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Fiction
Preparing for the Bull in the China Shop
Jeannette hung back as the rest of the people in the lobby filed into the meeting room. She felt the happy smile slip from her face as the doors closed behind the last straggler. Although pleased that there had been no complaints in the twenty minutes since the managers’ convention started (a new record!), she was wiped out.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Fiction
Brown Paper Packages Tied Up In String
It didn't look like much at first glance. No one would know that it had the power to destroy a life. The brown paper package entered the home in the usual way, dropped off outside of the breezeway door by a drone like way too many packages have been delivered over the past year or so. In fact, so many mundane items have arrived via Prime delivery even the welcome mat thieves weren't bothering to steal them anymore. There's just so much jock itch powder, corn cob skewers, and toilet bowl nightlights that the black market can support.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Fiction
Fifth Grade Friendship Poll
I’m sitting on the closed toilet at home holding a creased and folded square of paper in my hands, afraid to open it. It all started that morning. I’m 10 years old, new girl in, just transferred to this school. I have the fun teacher for homeroom, the one that likes to do crafts. The one that helps with the music program. That’s a plus.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Confessions
Just a Slice Full of Sugar Helps the Schedule Go Down
This story is part of the Vocal Cooks Collaborate series. Click Here for an index of all the recipe posts. The latest recipes are Arpad Nagy's The Gorgeous Gluten Free Bread You've Been Waiting For, and Call Me Les' Dinner and a Story, Paper Bag Princess with a side of Popcorn Chicken.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Fiction
