Terri Kalloch
Bio
I love writing, walking in the woods, smelling the pine trees and playing with my two rambunctious dogs. You can find me on Blue Sky and Facebook (for now). By day, I am an academic advisor at a community college.
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Swiftwood Forest. Content Warning.
The rich, orange con man told the people he would take care of them. He told them they should be angry at the very people they needed the most. Anything to deflect attention away from his desire to steal from them and give to the rich.
By Terri Kalloch11 months ago in Fiction
The Hundred Year Eclipse
Emily was pregnant with Lucia when the meteor hit with enough force that the Earth stopped turning. Half the planet was in complete darkness and the other half was in a solar eclipse. Scientists predicted that it would take a hundred years for the moon to pass in front of the sun causing an eclipse that would last a hundred years.
By Terri Kalloch12 months ago in The Swamp
Family
The child kept fussing, but it was not hers to comfort. She just gave birth to it. She only had a few days with the baby before they took the child away to the community nursery where all infants went three days after birth. Pediatric Carers would take care of the infants until they could walk. Then they went to the toddler houses where they were cared for by “Preschool teachers” twenty-four hours a day. Children were not raised in families and no one had parents anymore, not since the revolution. By the time they were five years old, they lived in large dormitories and were taught by the Resident Teachers.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Fiction
The Anonymous Letter Writer . Top Story - December 2024.
She knew she didn’t have a choice. Her father, of course, was right. They needed the money and could not afford to send her to school past the sixth grade. Not to mention the fact that he did not believe girls needed an education to raise babies, which, in his opinion, was all women were good for.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Fiction
Writing Like Shakespeare
Journal Writing I like to write outside, in nature, with pen and paper. Always, when I am outside, I am motivated to write. Listening to the birds, the wind as it whistles through the trees, the sound of crickets or even dogs barking, makes me take notice of the world around me. It is only my job as a writer to record what I see and hear and when I am outside, it’s not likely to happen behind a computer. I bring a journal with me when I go to the park, for a walk around the neighborhood or on a ten-mile hike. Pen and paper are the bare bones essential tools of good writing. Writers wrote with them for centuries before the typewriter, computer or AI were invented. Imagine Shakespeare writing all those brilliant plays with pen and paper. How laborious, we think. That would take forever, by our standards, and it did. We simply don’t have the patience for that kind of time and effort. Many people writing today probably would not do it if they had to use pen and paper and yet, people did it back then. There will always be writers lifting their voices regardless of the tools used to produce work.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Writers
Amerigone
This was the day she had been waiting for all her life. This was the day she would find out her permanent service placement for the rest of her life. Charlie spent much of her youth service assisting members of Congress in Washington D.C. from the years 2192-2194 after the Amerigonian Revolution of 2176. She hoped to be selected as a member of Congress by the Chancellor, but was not sure what would happen on the notification day.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Fiction
Election Day 2024
There are so many things I should have said but didn’t. I am not the type of person who says too much or says things I regret without thinking. On the contrary, I am far too quiet. In my case, I need to speak up more. There are many times I hold my tongue. In fact, I did it today, election day 2024.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in The Swamp
The Police
A Broken System As a result of the violent murder of George Floyd at the hands of a white police officer, we have heard cries to defund the police and even to abolish the police all together. Mayor of Minneapolis, Jacob Frey, supports reforming the police department with an over site board, new training and investment in community resources, but these are mere band aids for a much larger, deeply broken criminal justice system of which the police are only one part.
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in The Swamp
The Story of the Stones
The sign at the trail head barely even mentions the Native Americans who inhabited this area on the Hieroglyphic Trail, named for the petroglyphs that can’t be missed at the top of the trail. These rocks tell a story of a time when people in the area knew they were interconnected to the animals that shared the same land.
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in Poets
Depriving Our Children
I took my nieces on a camping trip to Oak Creek Canyon in Sedona, Arizona last weekend. They rarely have the opportunity to get out of the city and I want to expose them to nature as much as possible in the hope that they will grow to appreciate the natural world.
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in Families
Getting Back on a Horse
I just read a blog by a woman a little younger than I am, but middle-aged nonetheless, who wrote about the courage it took her to go back to school at her age and to follow her dreams. While I respect how challenging it was to her, it seemed sad to me that something so common place should take so much courage and that she would feel so much resistance in her path. I know that such obstacles exist, especially for many women, whose dreams get pushed aside for more important things, like raising a family.
By Terri Kalloch6 years ago in Motivation
