Judgement

I tussled with the glass door leading to the lobby of my apartment building, barely creating an adequate gap to slide my body through with grocery bags hanging off my hands. I cringed at the heavy thud as it closed behind me. I turned around, and through the window caught the unsympathetic glare of an…

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Optical Delusions

I dipped my finger into my contact case, extracting the wispy bubble of the lens, carefully balancing it on the tip of my finger. I blinked my eyes, attempting to produce some moisture to assist in helping the lens stick to the curve of my eye; but since RA arrived, the moisture in my eyes…

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The Happiest Place on Earth

My girlfriend and I disembarked from the plane stepping into dry air littered with sunshine. Our brief stint in the warm climate of California was about to begin. The winter chill of the West Coast slipped away in the tepid heat. We waited for our shuttle beneath clear skies obscured by a slight haze, the…

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Dancing Hands

The sun set below a pink horizon, inviting the indigo sky of evening to creep forward. I relaxed in my living room, absorbed in a book, with a hot cup of tea lingering on the coffee table. I reached for my mug, feeling a slight tremor in my hand as I lifted the steaming liquid to…

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Shades of Arthritis Past, Present and Future

Within the translucent fragile walls of a glass bulb dangling in the warm glow of holiday lights, I see an unblemished world waiting to be quenched with new memories in a New Year. In the refracted light, I saw, as Ebenezer Scrooge saw, the story of my arthritis past, present, and a hopeful glimpse of…

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An Unexpected Gift

The bitter cold nipped through the layers of my coat, biting into my joints; a rare cold snap had swept over the mild West Coast, and people waddled like penguins in their warm layers. Inside the shelter of a train station carols hummed through speakers and dazzling holiday lights lined the window sills. I looked…

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The Drifter

I weave through the downtown crowds passing by miniature grocery stores, fast food joints and bright flower shops. A homeless man lingers on the curb outside a corner store. A few hours later, I pass the same man outside the entrance of a coffee shop. The next morning, he loiters beneath the red awning of…

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Pain in the You-Know-What

I woke in the morning and was greeted with a familiar deep-seated pain that streaked its way through my right hip and settled deep into my rump. An unwelcome houseguest, bursitis, had come for a visit, gearing up for a party in my right side, destined to cause a disturbance. The unforgiving pain shot through…

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The Paraffin Dip

The shop was saturated with the sharp smell of acrylic and nail polish. Women departed with shapely nails painted in exotic colors. I presented my gift card to a young girl at the front counter, ready to experience my first manicure. She guided me through the shop, leading me past plush rooms with massage beds…

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About me

J.G. Chayko is a writer, actress, and international arthritis advocate who’s been involved in theatre for more than 30 years and has published poetry, fiction, and creative non-fiction.