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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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
