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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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 5 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 5 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 5 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 5 years ago in Fiction
My First Job Could Have Been My Last
I was a teenaged telemarketer. It was my first actual job. In my senior year of high school, I got an after-school job in downtown Pittsburgh. I’d looked through the Sunday paper and found an ad for phone sales. Went to the address, filled out the paperwork, and was hired. Pay would be a weekly check.
By Judey Kalchik 5 years ago in Viva
Sidonglobophobia and Misophonia
There's a certain type of snow that is flakey, wet snow in the above freezing air, and compacts under the feet when walked upon, giving off a squeaky 'ginchy' sound as it compresses under the walker's weight. In Sweden, they call this 'knarra', which translates into 'creak' I call it ginchy and have used that word for as long as I can remember.
By Judey Kalchik 5 years ago in Psyche
