Julia Schulz
Bio
Julia Charlotte Schulz was raised in the small town of Old Tappan, NJ. She studied art and literature at Messiah College and relocated to Mechanicsburg, as an adult. She recently contributed a chapter to a published book about caregiving.
Stories (34/0)
Channeling Elvis
BETH'S VIEW SUMMER OF 2020 The outside world was unknown to her, but she would see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Now that she was allowed out of her room, the house seemed full of strangers, and Brian rarely asked her leave the staff room ("his room") like he used to do. The staff room had the only window that faced the driveway so Beth could see the cars pull up at staff changes. Her heart leapt when Brian's old green Toyota Camry arrived. It sank when Angie's white SUV parked,
By Julia Schulzabout a month ago in Fiction
Gracious
Blue polyester! Cellophane and thrust into hand- I smile thankfully. AFTER MY MOM AND I MOVED TO PENNSYLVANIA IN THE 90's AND BEGAN ATTENDING A SMALL CHURCH, WELL-MEANING PEOPLE WOULD GIFT US WITH VINYL GOSPEL ALBUMS THEY PRODUCED THEMSELVES DECADES AGO...ONES WE SECRETLY REFERRED TO AS "GUYS IN PALE BLUE POLYESTER SUITS." WE LEARNED TO SMILE AND SAY "THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR SINGING TALENT!"
By Julia Schulz2 months ago in Poets
Hiraeth
My friend posted the following word on her Facebook page. I LOVED it and had to try and use it for the home challenge. Although I am of Welsh ancestry and a fan of Dylan Thomas, I suppose I run the risk of misunderstanding and misusing the term. Yet, I will endeavor...
By Julia Schulzabout a year ago in Poets
The Kindergarten Cartologist
I am fascinated by naive maps. In the late 1980's my college art professor handmade a map of SoHo and the surrounding areas for a field trip and wrote "bad guys" in the area where he and his wife, also an art professor, were previously mugged. I chuckled to myself at the "here be monsters" caption. More recently, a blond, slightly mischievous cherub at daycare surreptitiously slid a folded slip of paper to me under the door of the room in which I was working. It was one of many treasure maps that he created indicating my house and a hidden treasure. (Apparently his dad or grandpa took him and his brother metal detecting.) Aside from the fact that pirates did not generally bury gold doubloons in landlocked Pennsylvania, I quickly discovered my real treasure was in asking him to describe the features of his maps, which included a place where "witches fell on their bottoms in the mud" and such imaginative details.
By Julia Schulzabout a year ago in Poets
