Joyce O’Day
Bio
After retiring from teaching world history for over 20 years, I am living every day on holiday: enjoying life with my family, traveling, gardening, engaging with my community in Las Vegas, and reflecting on the current state of the world.
Stories (56/0)
Daddy was a criminal
Daddy never went to jail. When the cops finally came for him, he was dying of lung cancer. Clearly terminal, they didn’t drag him to jail for embezzlement. He told me that he only kept money that was owed to him, but I’ll never know the truth. Daddy took his secrets to the grave.
By Joyce O’Day10 months ago in Men
Summer Solstice Swim
The night of summer solstice was one to remember. My new friend and I were swimming in the sea off the west coast of Mexico in the state of Nayarit watching the sun set when lightning struck. I felt chills like an electrical current run through my body. I looked over at Antonio who shot up from the surf twenty feet into the sky like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. I swam over to where his body landed; he was hot to the touch, but he was gone. I tried to drag his corpse back to shore, but between the crashing waves and the thunderous storm, it was too much for me.
By Joyce O’Day11 months ago in Fiction
Gaming the System
Disheveled people disembarked busses coming from Albuquerque to Phoenix – 72 in this convoy alone. It was happening around the country – in mass – bringing shills from decided districts to swing states. Each busload arrived at a different precinct to cast ballots. Every homeless voter received $50 for their round-trip excursion.
By Joyce O’Day12 months ago in Fiction
Finding My Family
As my daughter lay in the recovery room, I decided to check my ancestry.com account to see if any new relatives had shown up. My daughter had sinus surgery, and from my own experience, I knew things would be messy – really messy – over the next few days. As the anesthesia wore off, she was in and out of consciousness.
By Joyce O’Dayabout a year ago in Families
Destination: Las Vegas
“Give your seatbelt a tug and your companion a hug, cuz this Boeing is a goin’, and we are Vegas bound this time around,” announced the handsome male flight attendant to a cabin full of people ready to party and a few exhausted passengers heading home to the high desert.
By Joyce O’Dayabout a year ago in Fiction