The Tamale Hut Café presents:
Kinetic Color
A collection of abstract artwork by Stephanie Bieniek
Only at The Tamale Hut Café
8300 W. Cermak Rd. North Riverside, IL
708-442-0948 - tamalehutcafe.com

Artwork will be on display until January 7, 2018
during normal Tamale Hut Café business hours:
Mon-Fri:7:30AM-7PM, Sat:8:30AM-7PM, Sun:8:30AM-6PM


For more information about Stephie's art, please also check out artbystephie.com.
For Matt's writing projects, please go to storiesbymatt.net. Enjoy your visit here!


11/22/13: I've always had two memories that pop into my head at odd times. When I was little, I thought that they were my earliest childhood memories, but I've since discovered that one was impossible and was probably a dream, which makes me suspicious of the other.
     The first is of myself as a small child, hiding from my mother. It was like I was playing hide-and-seek with her. I remember hiding in a cabinet in the kitchen of the apartment that we lived in when I was born. Although I remember hiding in the cabinet, I also saw my mother standing in the kitchen looking for me, with the sun shining in the back door and reflecting off the linoleum floor. It was many years later that I happened to be in that apartment, which was across the street from the house I grew up in, and I saw that the cabinets were too small for even a toddler to hide in, so I assume the memory was really a dream and not something that happened. If that's the case, I can't tell when I would have had the dream, so I don't know how early a memory it was.
     The other memory is much more vivid, and it came back to me again today. I was again a toddler, and I walked out on the back porch to see my mother sitting in the rocking chair that my dad had built from a kit. It was a replica of the rocking chair that President Kennedy had, and it was a fixture in the house all my life as I grew up. The memory I have is my mother sitting there, crying. She seemed bigger than I normally remember her, and I walked up to her and asked her what was wrong, but I don't remember her answer.
     I've often wondered about that memory, and if it was true, unlike the other one, I suspect it was 50 years ago today. At the time, she would have been pregnant with my brother, and I just checked the weather forecast for Chicago for that day in 1963 and it was expected to be 60 degrees, which would be plenty warm enough to sit on the porch, which we didn't really use in the winter. I would've been two at the time, but is it possible that I do have a memory of the day that the President was killed?


11/18/13: Last Saturday, I was the featured reader at the Tamale Hut Cafe, where I've been participating as a open-mic reader for a couple of years now. As a special event, I converted a chapter from my latest book, The Sleep Detectives, into a script and we presented it in the style of an old-time radio show. You can see more details, and actually listen to the show, at my new web site Storiesbymatt.net. On there is information about all of my books, links to Amazon.com to purchase them in paperback or Kindle, and some links to a few short stories I've written. I plan to update it regularly with more of my writing escapades.

11/03/13: You know that Audi commercial that has all those people yelling at the woman trying to put diesel in her car. Where were they when Stephie accidentally put diesel in her Beetle, resulting in a not-insignificant car repair bill?



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