Judey Kalchik
Bio
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.
You can also find me on Medium
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Lessons. Runner-Up in Echoes of the Year’s Lessons Challenge.
The concrete beneath my feet turns dark as the pee I can no longer hold pools under me and drips down the step, but I will not move. At seven years old, it's been a long time since I peed myself and I am ashamed, but that is a small issue.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Motivation
What Did You Mean to Write?
Time has no idea that there is a calendar... or a five-day work week... or school semesters... or even 24 hours in a day. Time doesn't recognize the shortest day of the year (December 21), which is actually also the longest night of the year (of which Time cares not a whit.)
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Motivation
May They All Come Home
The scalding water poured into the sink, creating clouds of bubbles and lemon-scented steam that fogged Jessica's glasses as she bent over the cookie sheet and scoured at the-what WAS this stuff?- gummy goop that appeared no matter how diligent she was about using parchment paper when she baked.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Chapters
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
