Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
New Home for Rejected Items
When I was in middle school, all of the girls had to wear gym suits for physical education classes. They were hideous. As soon as I was done with eighth grade, my mother gave mine away. I was happy to see it go, picturing another girl covering up my name and replacing it with her own. Years later, my aunt found it at a yard sale, with my name still on it. She bought it as a gag and gave it to my mom. By then, I had moved from Minnesota to Arizona. Of course, my mom shipped it to me. I had some good laughs over that one. Imagine the indignity of girls going through puberty wearing this:
In Your Arms
How was I to know that my life would take this turn? Could I have predicted how much you’d help me grow? What started as a friendship has strengthened over time
Your palms are sweaty, your brow is furrowed, and your fingers are twitchy, just waiting for your brain to tell you what to do. There's nothing more frustrating for a writer than staring at a blank page with no idea where to begin. Whether you write with paper or on a computer document, sometimes you need a boost to get started.
Songs for Kaela (Explicit, 18+)
Dearest Kaela, COVID19 sucks. How I long to see you, to touch you and to be touched by you. Instead, I'm sending you this frickin' email.
Surely, You Jest
"A pox on thee, thou fawning, flap-mouthed fop." That's what I should have said. Instead, I just stood there with my mouth agape. But let me back this story up a bit.
My Super Dog
I was not Pokey’s first owner. In fact, I wasn’t even her second. She came to me through my daughter’s ex-boyfriend. The young man had named her Pokey after dog in the Little Golden Book, "The Poky Little Puppy," because of the similar coloring, although that dog had more white than black. The two young adults broke up and I got his dog! Those youngsters had too many cares of their own to be bothered with owning a pet. I had already been walking Pokey every morning and feeding her, so I considered her mine, and with the way she nuzzled me and perked up when I came home, I’m quite certain she considered me hers.
How could someone who wrote popular music win such a prestigious award as a Nobel Prize? The answer is that musical lyrics are a type of literature, which is one of the six Nobel Prize categories - the others being chemistry, peace, physics, physiology/medicine, and economics, the latter of which was added in 1968.
I gently grasped Sylvia’s tiny hand and watched as her eyelids flickered open. Those beautiful blues can always make my heart flutter. I smiled and said, “Do you remember the first day we met?”