Julianne McKenna
Bio
I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm an artist, scrapbooker, book nerd, animal lover, traveller and free spirit. Twitter: @JulesMcKenna13 Instagram: @theblingprincess
Stories (28/0)
Your Time Is Running Out
The outbreak of war in the Ukraine has given me pause for thought, in more ways than one. As a child, I saw the mental, emotional and physical scars that my Polish grandparents and relatives endured after surviving World War II. But this time around, as an adult, I am not living those traumas second hand, I am watching them unfold in real-time.
By Julianne McKenna2 years ago in Earth
13 Ghosts
Ghost 1: Well hello, all my dark fiends and foes! This gathering is of the upmost importance because the veil is thinning, and Halloween is almost upon us. Every year we join the shenanigans on the mortal plane, and every year we are ignored and overlooked. Anyone would think we were invisible! The fact we can't be seen by mortals is irrelevant, and not the point! This year we need a ghoulish playlist that is loud, bold and scarier than a black cat crossing your path!
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Beat
- Top Story - October 2021
When An Angel Is Called HomeTop Story - October 2021
Here I am, yet again, sitting in front of my computer, staring at a blank screen, and wondering where do I start? What do I say, that hasn't already been said, about such an incredible friend and writer? How do you pay tribute and homage to a man that has left such an indelible mark on our writing community? How do you honour a man who gave the best of himself to everyone?
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Humans
Daughter, Please Forgive Me?
Every night I go to sleep and wonder if, upon awakening, my daughter will still be alive. You see, I made a big mistake as a mother. I let my insecurities and demons get the better of me, and I put a man before my daughter. I was too scared to stand on my own two feet because I felt so broken. I didn’t think I had the strength to help and protect my daughter. I was stupid, and I won’t make any excuses for my stupidity. I could say I let love blind me, but that would be a lie. It was simply fear of being on my own.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Families
The Unpraised Job of Motherhood
Many say that it is the hardest job in the world. Do I agree? Absolutely. I have been entrusted with the most important responsibility of all - raising a child. Well, to be honest, it's two children, both daughters, born 14 months apart. The currency for this job is a little different to traditional roles for I am only paid in love and memories. It's a 24 hour a day, seven days per week, 52 weeks per year job, that doesn't have a completion date. I am, and will forever remain, a mother, mum, mama, mummy, mommy, and momma.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Families
Ten Things That Are Non-Negotiable In My Life
I do not claim to be a normal, every day human being. I am not, I am far from that person. I am quirky, eclectic, weird, too honest, free spirited, easily bored, fascinated by the small details, and I have a really warped sense of humour.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Humans
N.A.M.A.L.T.
How many times have you heard the phrase "not all men are like that"? Did you know it is counter-productive to the toxic masculinity conversation that we desperately need to have? If you are one of those men (or women) that interrupt with “not all men are like that,” when the discussion of toxic masculinity is raised then you are just as much a part of the problem.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Humans
Mimi And The Koi Pond
Looking out her window, holding a dirty paintbrush in her hand, Mimi watched as Tonka and Shovel, the cats owned by the facility gardener, amused themselves by chasing koi fish gliding along beneath the frozen pond ice. The easel Mimi was working at was positioned near the window so that she could take advantage of the natural light while painting. But she had stopped when a blur of orange, then grey, had dashed past her window, distracting her from her thoughts.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Fiction
The Pear Effect
I have been imprisoned here for twenty-four hours. Wherever I am, I seem to be lost in a world that is heavy and claustrophobic. I can feel my surroundings pressing down on me, suffocating me, making me feel minute and irrelevant. There is no light, only the dark and moistness. A cloying underlying scent of dampness and fertilised soil pervades my entire being.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Fiction
Raising The Curtain On New York
When did this Aussie girl fall in love with New York? I have absolutely no idea, only that I have always felt like this, as long as I can remember. Why New York and not some other city? I cannot answer that either. In my lifetime, I have been fortunate to travel extensively, and while both Paris and Vancouver hold special places in my heart, it was always New York that was my ultimate dream destination.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Wander
Ice And Bones
The large pond sitting at the bottom of the sloping field, surrounded by weeping willows and an abundance of flowers in bloom, was the reason we agreed to purchase the house. It was the reason, I believe, our marriage survived when others fell by the wayside. It was our happy place, our sanctuary. The pond and the magic it created in our lives, is the reason I am telling this story today.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Tree of Justice
Let me tell you a tale about Mother Nature’s justice (or Gaia for those who are on more intimate terms). Unlike mankind’s justice system that can be manipulated and bribed, Mother Nature uses a much simpler method - the pear tree. She care’s not for your excuses, bribes, and shades of grey. You either did or did not do as accused. The pear tree will decide and deliver justice as deemed appropriate.
By Julianne McKenna3 years ago in Fiction