Kali Fox-Jirgl
Bio
I am a heavy coffee drinker, overthinker, writer, & artist who delights in the power of words and their ability to develop little nuggets of wisdom, imagination, emotion, and inspiration.
I also run a circus of teenage monkeys.
Stories (9)
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The Most Important Thing in His Life
“Did I ever tell you what your Dad said to me when we first started dating?”, my stepmom asked me while I was on a weekend trip home. “He told me that you would always be the most important thing in his life”. I didn’t know in that moment her reason for telling me this, but I had definitely not heard it before. The tears welling up in my eyes confirmed it.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Men
A Sweeping Moment in Tokyo
I took the same route to school every morning while studying abroad in Tokyo. It was an opportunity that kind of abruptly fell in my lap with a phone call from my dad asking me if I wanted to go to school in Japan. As a history professor, my dad had been teaching semesters between St. John’s University in Minnesota and at Bunkyo-Gaukin University in Tokyo for a number of years when he learned of an international Asian Studies program at Sophia University just a bit further south in the Chiyoda prefecture. I didn’t hesitate to say yes and left two weeks later full of excitement for what the next few months would bring. I absolutely fell in love with Tokyo the first time I was there and could not wait to explore all that I was unable to see on my first trip.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Humans
The Windfall Weekend
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The roads were treacherous, but this was a much-needed getaway for us and so, despite the warnings on the news to stay off the roads due to one of the most threatening winter storms we’ve seen in decades, we loaded up the truck and threw it into 4 wheel drive. We had made it this far, though not far at all considering we were only 2 ½ hours north of home and just across the border into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It was already bringing back a multitude of childhood memories for me, being up here “in da UP, eh”. We were headed to Big Powderhorn ski resort to do some snowboarding and enjoy some quality time with just the two of us & let reality slip into the shadows of the small-scale mountains for a few days. Little did I know how much the weekend would end up impacting me as we drove up the private road and the sun set behind us.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Fiction
Life Twice Given
When I was about 5 years old, I had a recurring dream where everyone I knew and loved stood with me in a radiant field with one lone tree full of leaves covered in the hint of fall. Just yards away, poised resplendently in front of us, was a brilliantly colored hot air balloon. I remember thinking it was so magnificent and alluring. I could feel the warm breeze blow through my wispy blonde hair and closed my eyes as I turned to the sun. I was happy. I wanted to share this blissful moment with those around me, but when I opened my eyes, I was alone in the field. All of those cherished people had climbed into the basket of the balloon which was ascending to the sky too fast for me to catch. I stood there with panic filling my entire soul and cried as I was powerless to stop it. Then I would awake again to reality, but the panic would not subside and I would scream until my mom came to calm me and lay in my bed while I held the ties of her robe so she couldn’t leave. There was no significant event that I can remember that stopped these dreams from happening, but they just stopped one day. Far too young to understand why this nightmare would be occurring every night while I slept, I completely forgot about it until the memory came back to me as a young adult. I realized then, that my exploration of identity, though normal, might be a little bit more unique.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Families
