Lisa DeRisi
Bio
Poetic Prose.
Nostalgic shorts.
Anything to get my creative juices flowing.
I love sharing and compiling all sorts of fiction writing to get the ideas out of my mind and onto your screen.
Thank you for coming along for the ride.
Stories (3/0)
Redemption
Cold. Barren. The sludgy brown snow lightly crunches beneath my too small snow boots as I traverse along. The shadows from the bare trees around me make me look twice, and the little nuances of the forest sounds echo in my ears. I’m alert now. Awaiting for disaster at any moment, and yet this is the most peace I’ve had in my life for a long while now.
By Lisa DeRisi2 years ago in Fiction
Is it a cliche to say food is love?
Wandering in with my too heavy backpack, carefully taking off and placing my shoes in a well mannered fashion, and scrubbing my 3rd grade adolescent hands were the first two things I would do entering my Korean-American home. Cleanliness was always first. Organization and order were key. Delicious meals cooked with love was the second. Wafting through the air would be aromas of spice, tang, earthiness, and love. My fondest memories always revolved around the kitchen table. The key to my heart was the love my mother poured into her home cooked meals. The meals that friends would make fun of for being strange, different, and foreign. The meals that for the longest time I was embarrassed of. The tart smell of spiced fermented cabbage also known as kimchi, was my favorite when fried with fluffy jasmine rice, artfully scrambled eggs, the salty goodness of canned SPAM, and the delicate trace of sesame oil. I would stare with longing for my mother to finish from the dining table while I worked on my Math and English homework. The steam and smoke with fill the air and my stomach would churn knowing in 10 minutes my every craving and desire as a child was about to be fulfilled.
By Lisa DeRisi4 years ago in Feast
