THE TASTE LEFT IN MY MOUTH

THE TASTE LEFT IN MY MOUTH

Author:  Vivian Cumins Have you ever eaten something that left a taste in your mouth? The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines aftertaste as the persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone. Things that come to...
LABELS

LABELS

Author: Vivian Cumins Assumptions, accusations, pity, and blame  All emit from a society, uneducated in me Questions, inquiries, probes, and shame Try to blanket my existence; why can’t they see? Offspring is tied to a woman’s worth But her significance is rooted deep...
JUST KIDDIN’

JUST KIDDIN’

Author:  Vivian Cumins “Babe, Babe, stop. Put the phone down.” “Why? I need to call somebody!” My husband grabbed the phone from my hand. He was in hysterics. Barely able to speak through obnoxious laughter. “What are you doing? I need to call somebody!” “You...
JUST BREATHE

JUST BREATHE

Author:  Vivian Cumins Heavy. I can not move. My right leg is eager, willing to handle the weight of my body, but it resents having to do so. Sure, it is a part of a team, but for an entire year, it has had to carry the left. It is tired, worn out, disproportioned....
MY FIRST JOB

MY FIRST JOB

Author: Vivian Cumins I was finally going to make some money. I was tired of being broke and unable to have the finer things in life. Becoming an entrepreneur and selling my own product was a surefire way to guarantee home ownership. This is what I told my two...
LOVE YOUR HEART

LOVE YOUR HEART

Author:  Vivian Cumins The sticky pads on my chest were making my skin itch. I was having trouble breathing, even with the oxygen mask covering my nose and mouth. The nurse had trouble finding a vein in my right arm, so she took blood, which would be tested for the...
THE ORIGINAL ICE CASTLE

THE ORIGINAL ICE CASTLE

Author:  Vivian Cumins One of my favorite winter attractions is the magical Ice Castles that come alive every January in the small, Swiss-themed town of Midway, Utah. Built on an acre of land, Ice Castles attracts thousands of curious visitors, all looking to unleash...
PURE BREAD

PURE BREAD

Author:  Vivian Cumins It was nothing more than a simple loaf of bread, but its message was powerful to each of us. For the downtrodden, homeless man, it symbolized hope and life. For me, it represented humility and submission. Worlds apart, he and I, yet as we sat on...
THE CALL

THE CALL

Author:  Vivian Cumins “Hey Babe, I’m okay – just don’t watch the news. I will call you when I can. I love you.” That was all my husband, Eddy, said before the old military field phone went dead. I didn’t hear his voice again for over a week. Eight days, to be...
NERVOUS REDEMPTION

NERVOUS REDEMPTION

Author: Vivian Cumins I asked to go last. There were two adults before me, a man, and a woman, both dressed in the same thin, light blue gown. I was only 10 years old, so my gown was a little big and went all the way to the floor. As I watched them take two steps down...