Finalist 2022 V+ Fiction Awards, Allison Rice is a work in progress! Author of 5 previous Top Story honors including “Immigrants Among Us” "Pandemic ABCs" and a piece about Inclusion, Alli is an avid reader, and always has a story to tell!
Writing reveals many truths
Writing sometimes reveals unexpected, embarrassing, or personal details that we may be uncomfortable sharing. I’ve run into this several times over the years. That has caused me to avoid writing about certain subjects, and also prompted me to write under a pen name for a long time.
COVID DAY 5
COVID DAY 5 Yesterday found me wakeful, alert, energetic even. (Well, let’s not go crazy. I summoned enough energy to feed the dogs, unload and reload the dishwasher, cleaned up, and put on some festive, holiday leggings, a cozy sweater, and a soft hat.) My spouse had been hinting that maybe we could still have Thanksgiving if we felt better and test negative. In my fuzzy angora fair isle knit, I could almost imagine a relaxed holiday with fires, friends, warm beverages, cozy scenes…
Catch the Bullet Train! (Review)
The first time we saw the new “Bullet Train” movie trailer a few months ago, we expected that it was going to be a wild ride. Having now seen the full movie, I am pleased to report that it did not disappoint. In fact, the film was so entertaining, that I actually considered turning right back around and watching it a second time. It was exactly the movie that I needed to see today – a smart, action-packed, hilariously twisted adventure!
Cheers to Legendary Dads!
Like me, my dad was a storyteller. Oral tradition was passed down through many generations of ancestors that lacked the ability to read, or write down their own thoughts, feelings, and histories. My father had the gift of gab, and was a talented storyteller with a booming voice and a wide-eyed stage whisper that made you feel like you were in on a most excellent secret. Before even becoming a father, my dad was “Uncle Al, the kiddie’s pal” because he was everyone’s favorite uncle. Sunday was the 15th anniversary of my dad’s death. I was prepared to feel everything from a little melancholy to crushing grief, but I had a pretty good day spent with my husband's family, and memories of loved ones. I was fortunate to have known my late father-in-law before he passed away, and was privileged to have met him prior to his becoming sick. I got to know a little bit of the sly character that was also considered a favorite uncle amid my husband’s family. I’m confident that our dads would have gotten on spectacularly, and can only imagine the stories that they would have told! I think that both of them would get a kick out of this one:
Best of summer: PICKLES!
There’s nothing quite like the garden-fresh vegetables of summer! The crunch of home-grown produce, straight off the vine? Nothing compares! I spent many summers weeding and eating in my family’s numerous gardens. My grandparents on both sides of my family put in large gardens, and my dad’s father always carried a pocketknife and a small shaker of salt in the pocket of his ever-present overalls. He would unearth a potato, rutabaga, or carrot, shake off most of the dirt, then offer me a slice. This was my first introduction to many veggies – particularly less common varieties like kohlrabi.
PRIDE in a Small Town
I haven’t lived there in more than 32 years, but today I am so very PROUD to share the PRIDE that I have in my hometown of St. Johns, Michigan. This weekend, the small, rural, Midwestern, agricultural town where I grew up (population 7920,) hosted their second annual PRIDEFEST!