Tag: creative writing
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The Coldest Favor
Photo courtesy HUUM via Unsplash One Saturday, I decided to treat myself to a spa visit. I sought mind-body purification by plunging into cold pools, then sweating out toxins in the steaming sauna. I arrived early in the morning. Upon paying for day-use, the receptionist handed me towels and a locker key. After a couple
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Cartwheels Under a Munich Moon
Photo courtesy Brooke Balentine via Unsplash I learned to cartwheel in gymnastics class. I was five years old. Raise the arms overhead, right foot step forward, right hand down, hurl body into the air, stick the landing. Cartwheel! The joy of spinning like a wheel across the gym juiced every cell of my body like
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The Product Launch
Photo courtesy: Ayoung Kim New Products That Promise to Do Harm, With Dr. Hippo Cratez Thank you for attending our product launch press conference. Our spokesperson will answer a couple of your questions. (A bald man with a white beard, bearing the nametag “Dr. Hippo Cratez” sits at the table in front of a microphone.)
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Cookie Manager: Flash
Photo courtesy Shakti Rajpurohit via Unsplash The day after New Year’s, I entered a neighborhood pharmacy. I lived in a Thai neighborhood far from the tourist sector, so the chances that the staff spoke English were low-to-zero. Therefore, I had preprogrammed my translator app. Although I studied Thai, I wasn’t polished enough to explain my
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Eat Like the Locals
Photo courtesy Crystal Jo via Unsplash Mari, my mother’s younger rich sister, wanted to get rid of us. My mother had been calling her nonstop, treating her as her personal assistant, her GPS, her tech support. Mari’s solution was to buy us an all expenses paid tour of the southern area of South Korea. The
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Agendas
Plain glazed in a bowl on top of trail mix (Photo courtesy Ayoung Kim) Stories for Smily are stories I have written about my mother, for my mother. The saying that real life is crazier than fiction holds true: You cannot make this stuff up! I checked the GPS for the route to Oxnard. It would
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Get Your Hands Off my Mammary Glands
Photo courtesy Drew Hays via Unsplash The annual medical check-up. Time to kick the tires. Lift the hood, tighten the screws, replace the spark plugs. I registered as a patient at the Christian hospital because it was in my neighborhood. Their mission statement included the following: “Take care of others. Just like you desire that
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Curtain Call for the Seamstress
Photo courtesy Marilia Castelli via Unsplash Stories for Smily are stories I have written about my mother, for my mother. The saying that real life is crazier than fiction holds true: You cannot make this stuff up! She dashes down the hallway with rollers like buoys in her hair, a sewing machine bobbing unevenly under
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The Filling
Photo courtesy engin akyurt via Unsplash Stories for Smily are stories I have written about my mother, for my mother. The saying that real life is crazier than fiction holds true: You cannot make this stuff up! Uh-muh-ni emerged from her bedroom with a confused expression. This was not unusual. Finding me in the kitchen,
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Dog is God Spelled Backwards, Finale
Pablo asleep under the Christmas tree. Photo courtesy: Ayoung Kim The year before his passing, he crawled under the Christmas tree and fell asleep on top of the presents. To remind us of the gift he was and will always be. —Dog is God Spelled Backwards, part 1 The routine We woke up to rain