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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I Would Starve if This Was My Career
Greeting cards and postcards, back when they didn't require a loan to buy and mail... and back when you received something you could open and read and not a picture-perfect travelogue of moments from the past year that was assembled in an online platform from the local big box drugstore and/or PhotoMoth site..... (where was I? Oh yeah)... holiday greeting cards and postcards used to be so RANDOM and Inappropriate.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Writers
Family Matters
"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but..." Jeanne closed her eyes, reliving the day she'd overheard those words 20 years ago. Oh, she'd known Jeff was stepping out on her. Why else would she have picked up the extension that day? What she hadn't known was the identity of the tart he'd been whoring around with.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Fiction
What is a Folk Hero?
The world was reeling from the assassination of the United States President two days earlier when Jack Ruby pulled his gun from his pocket and fatally shot Suspect #1: Lee Harvey Oswald. He shot him live, on television, and the location was the basement of the Dallas Police Headquarters.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in History
Do You Hear What I Hear?
Jessica sat in the padded rocking chair a few feet from the fireplace, feeling the golden heat penetrate her aching knees and hands. It seemed that she felt the cold more acutely this year. Her doctor spoke of arthritis, and physical therapy, and steroid injections, but she wasn't having any of that. Sixty five wasn't as old as it used to be, and so far the fireplace and hot tea of an evening was working just fine.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Families
Cutting Deep. Content Warning.
I haven't forced myself to throw up in years. I never was a 'cutter'. That might have more to do with ignorance. Or the lack of reliably sharp knives. Also my ignorance of straight razors. And the general fear of pain has always been a real deterrent for me.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Fiction
Cold Coffee Morning
Jessica sat immobile in her reading chair, coffee slowly cooling on the side table nestled between the chair and the wall. It was so quiet in the early morning darkness she could have heard the echoes of the train making the street crossing miles away, and the soft 'tick-tick' of the furnace coming to life.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Fiction
