As an adult, I have tried to eat liverwurst and melted cheese, many times, thinking eating it would help me reminisce, remember, reconnect.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 29, 2010
This past summer, I tried sushi for the first time. Seated, served, concentrating on my movements, I had carefully positioned the chopsticks in my right hand, then deliberately pinched the first colorful, creatively crafted piece with them, intentionally attentive to the amount of pressure I was applying so as neither to drop it nor break it apart…
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 28, 2010
Vividly, I remember sitting on the stained, hardwood floor in front of the oven, ready, waiting, wanting to eat, watching bubbles begin to stretch through the cheese over pink liverwurst softening, oozing to the edge of the bread.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 27, 2010
Flanked by fellow classmates, kids I had yet to get to know, I remember feeling forced to pretend, even way back then. “If you’re happy, and you know it, then you really, really show it! If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!”
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 23, 2010
Lost in the beauty of the knots in the picnic tabletop, I hear a rustling beneath my feet. Two crows quietly creep close, springing over the sand on string-thin legs, foraging for food.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 21, 2010
Two pounds down; a small percentage of the weight loss she had hoped, worked, and paid for. She’d been promised “rapid results” if she followed the rigid diet plan. Obsessively adhering to each detail, sweating, starving, planning, and preparing, all seemed worth it…
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 09, 2010
The canvass strap attached to his guitar exfoliated his shoulder bones. The curved, hand-carved, hollow wooden body seemed heavier than ever. His shaky, weakened fingers strained and struggled to strum and hold the strings. Pausing amidst the melody, futilely attempting to concentrate, he purposely inserted breaks to eavesdrop on his peers across the hall.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 08, 2010
When the corners curled and the creases in the paper deepened, I painstakingly pasted the page to two sheets of black construction paper, careful not to allow the glue to bleed or bubble through. Dipping two of my fingertips into a small pool squeezed out onto scrap…
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 07, 2010
The sun, finally stronger than the cold, felt warm against the back of my neck, soaking into each strand of my long hair. Bright pink and yellow wildflowers lined the boardwalk by the lake.