Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Why did we let hate get so ordinary?” by Julie Ainger

Turn it around, flip the switch, judge slow, love quick. (JW)Renovation, Restoration, or just plain boring Revolutionary.I vote for Revolutionary. The ready, willing, able to fight onward and upward, not downward and backward. No matter the box. Or how it is packaged.We all say “It’s for the kids”.But do we really mean it? That it is for the kids. Or is it for us to look good. The freak show out there continues on and no I do not mean the Halloween, post Halloween festivities and the good ole’ remembrance shots and what not.But when we say o...

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“A Deep Fake. ” by Julie Ainger

Gulp.One last writing practice before big challenge day begins tomorrow.Gulp.Best not consume too much sugar tonite. I will not consume too much sugar tonite😋. Or I might. Carrying a bag of the sweet stuff finds my will power whispering in my ear “It’s o.k.!!!” “It’s ok!!!”…..Over too much time, ultimately may become a Whisper to a Scream. When I don’t “get enough”.Today. It’s the sugar day of all days, holidays, the candy day of all days, holidays— people are GIVING you the stuff to eat. Dropping it right into your bag! Mmm. Mmm. Yum. Yum. ...

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“To Seek is the Ultimate Eye Examination ” by Julie Ainger

Eyes are windows to the soul. To seek the Gaze of God is to learn this valuable life lesson.To seek contact with the Lord through the honesty of the eyes. Love loves honesty. The meeting of the eyes. Staring straight, eye to eye. The seek, not the hide of the search and need for compassion from the most High. Who does and is never willing to lookDown on you. while you feel side by side with the lowly. Perhaps you are confused right now. Perhaps you think what I really meant was searching for wurber Parker, or searching the web by choices of...

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“Put your money where you mouth is. Oh. The smell of it all! Or. Leaves a bad taste in your mouth?” by Julie Ainger

FOOD FIGHT!!!!No matter how good a shape any of us are in we had better perfect the art of bobbing, weaving, ducking, chucking and tossing.And. Taking our trays and going home.Now or Later?Still. Right Now. Who knows. Your choice.Tomorrow. Next day. Who knows. May not be for long…….Your choice.So while in the food fight of our lives, best to perfect the art of catching that roll of dough as it flies by your head in the lunch room and enjoy it.Raw. ”You get what you get and you don’t have a fit”. Graciously and grateful learned in a good, man...

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““I, Me, My. Me. Myself and I.” The Publican who walks alone, walks on. Be not afraid. ” by Julie Ainger

Today.World Mission Sunday.On any day.Walk alone.Guide from the front of the line today, World Mission Sunday. On every day and any day. By now, we all know the importance to do good.It more important to do good for those with less fortune. Less fortune of mind, less fortune of body, less fortune of spirit. Leaving our egos at the back of the line.“When there is too much “I” there is too little God”.(PF)The good Publican is aware. Of their surroundings. What is really going on.” With others, their loved ones, their not so loved ones. That is...

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“Narc, Narco or Narci? How DO drugs move through the system?” by Julie Ainger

You’d be surprised. Or.Perhaps you would not.Maybe you even, already know…..By now, am fairly certain and sure you and ya’ll are tired of the ole’ “When I was a kid stories”.Please indulge in this informational knowledge. It could help you in the long run. I am not just sitting here looking this good without a little “help”. When lightning strikes once, don’t stand under a tree. If it strikes twice, consider yourself redeemed.Pass it on.Here is a little street talk about an activity called: Tattle telling. A tattle tale. As in “telling on so...

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“The train wreck. If we agree to disagree, who will pay the price? Inheritance divides.” by Julie Ainger

Be careful when looking out a window. Because it tends to lead to staring out the window. And worst of all.Falling asleep. 🥱Missing your stop.Missing a moment.Of someone waiting on you and your efforts. To pick them up. To buoy them. If you are in the right frame of mind. Or have an awareness of the world and its usual trials, tribulations. It pays to have access to anAwareness.Of the fight.Abilities.In the fightCapabilities.During the fight.I think we may all agree that confusion can be a killer. In more ways than one. Not to be confused wi...

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“The measure of a man I call my Father” by Julie Ainger

Today’s math lesson is about measurement, weights and measures.The statisticians in the crowd may find the lessons of this man’s life difficult to understand and the lessons taught daily by this man a bit “boring”.My Father. A man in every sense of the word.If this happens to be not dramatic enough for your likes, all I can say is I do have pity on you.A man. A faithful man. A faith-filled man. Heroic in some ways and broken in other ways. Beaten down by a life he was given by God. But a true man in the sense he cared. About his God, how God...

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“Survival, Arrival, Woo Hoo! and Significant Traditions.” by Julie Ainger

If it does not mean anything, does it mean anything?Planes, Trains or Automobiles.Vows or Wows?Or just bored and time for a name change? Sometimes, it just does not work. So you gotta work it? Work at it? Complain because “It’s too hard”. Bail. Bail out.Like I said. Gotta work it.Be-bunked? De-banked? De-clunked?Like I said, gotta work it.We all remember our first love.I kinda like, actually loved mine. My first clunker. Even though it left me for dead on the side of the road.Sold for $50.00. For parts. And along with it the fondest of memor...

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“I don’t know why our identities cry in this boxing ring of life. ” by Julie Ainger

My heart aches again.Struggled mightily with the decision.As to whether this blog-o-thoughts qualifies as a horror story or a bonafide nightmare.While contemplating my “choices” I hedged, wavered, looked away, thought it couldn’t be so. All those things one thinks when they have completely lost vital components in their life.Trust. Meaning. Belonging.So, in the spirit of nourishing one’s soul. I simply “hit” the sad button. That way, there is a little room for movement, I suppose. I hope. At this point I am down trodden.The real prompt I fol...

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“Allhallowtide” by Julie Ainger

At the end of this month comes a day that for some is the best holiday of the year! The one day of the year where it is ok even acceptable to dress up like someone we are not.Yep. Even a monster.The trick or some may say the treat comes in knowing the difference. Knowing the differences.Knowing it when you see it. Or for some of us ghouls or goblins.Feeling it when you know it. A feeling of dread. Lock step with the feeling of euphoria sometimes. Helplessly and oftentimes repeatedly forcing down into our core our caricatured monsters, deeper...

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“Concessions and Confetti? Or Confessions and Collections? Stealing Home.” by Julie Ainger

Rules of the Road.Driving on the left with this kind of traffic was not what I thought it would be, not what I bargained for.A picture pops into my mind as I nervously await to hear my number called. This is not the first time I have been in this particular kind of building, but it feels akin to having one’s teeth pulled without Novocain.Maybe that has been the plan all along…..I wonder how it became so easy to avoid some traffic and at the same time run smack dab into a traffic jam of a gargantuan-parking lot on a supposedly fast moving cem...

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“My brother from another Mother. ” by Julie Ainger

When does it matter?When doesn’t matter?Whether you areBlack or White?I know what I think.Because I have a brother.From.Another.Mother.Where did he “come from”. I might add, some folks wonder the same thing about.Me.🤪And I supposedly know where I “came from”.I do not know where he “came from”.But I do know there was a time when we walked a similar path of an existence. And it was nothing more than an innocent and learned experience of lifelong:Respect.Regard.Reflection.And. A dog.To guard and help guard the secrets.Of some of the “roadblocks...

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“Solid Solidarity: Solids, Liquids, Gas, Mass, Worship and Warship.” by Julie Ainger

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.This may seem counter intuitive when young. When naïveté is the sincerest form of flattery. But it is more complicated. And to know the nuances sooner rather than later is good. Even prudent.Think of it this way, kinda like a science fair project. In the end, too much liquid simply forces us to race, (to the loo, toilet, tree, restroom, bathroom, men’s room, women’s room) In addition, it drowns out our reason, and saturates our sorrow. Generally speaking into a puddle of broken promises left ...

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“The Dangling Participle or Proprioceptor? The Beauty of English. ” by Julie Ainger

Whoa.Know it When You See It? The Good. The Bad. The Ugly. Or in today’s youth and “Meme’s” terms— the “Fugly”.Please allow me a second confession: I was required to consult my dictionary and thesaurus for the meaning of the word “Meme” and Fugly.That makes me older than 50, but younger than 100. 😳Now to unpack it all.Sit back and relax. Today is gonna be a bit boring. Or should I express, “say better”, properly—“is going to be.” Yes. The Second choice. The bonafide beauty of the English language should never be understated. That is why I we...

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