Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Jumping to Conclusions, Bias, Lies and Slippery Slopes” by Julie Ainger

You’ll never be content. (Peace-filled)Or.You’ll never be content. (Pod-cast filled)The ambiguity of one of today’s prompt prompts me to: Pause.It is important to know the difference. Deliberately deliberating for delay. Is a form of bias. We all have bias. But we are not all guilty for acting on our personal bias. To a point, the playing field becomes a battle field. But why do we not give each other the benefit of the doubt.Procrastination du jour. Get the deal done. Like yesterday? Whatever it takes. Caught with your pants down? Takes on ...

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“Intellectual Property Work Product, Fine Motor Skills and Who cut the Cheese?😳” by Julie Ainger

Oh. The Good ole days. Of. Pencil and paper.Head down, feet planted on the floor, sit up straight writing of our a, b,c’s and 1, 2, 3’s.12345678910ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.Ahhhh. So fun. Yet. So hard. too.Cursive writing was the order of the day. The higher order of the day. The goal was proper posture. (No. Not that kind of posture) To align one’s body with their body and oh it could be hard. But. It took a whole school year to work on mastery of the individual letter writing. Think of the possibilities? But ya had to start here in order ...

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“ Tone deafness? Please Understand Me and Stand the test of time.” by Julie Ainger

Ironic. It only takes a spark to get a fire going.And soon all those around will warm up in its glowing. Except when there are too many cooks in the kitchen the house may burn down.Real Estate 101? Maybe.To get a “piece” of the action? A piece of the “pie”? A piece of “you”. A piece of “them”.Gives new meaning to playing your heart out. Playing your heart out at the least implies you have the desire, the ability, and the raw talent to prove it. Wouldn’t you agree? Opportunity knocked. And you answered. Except when there is a lot of other “st...

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“Sugar Coat” by Julie Ainger

Nobody ever knew. Nobody ever asked. Why would they? Everything seemed so, fine. Living an idyllic life in a idyllic setting. What could possibly be wrong with this picture?Well. Life happens. To start with. And at times what we think is normal is really not. Normal at all. And at times, things seemed down right unbearable. But then again, there were laughs, and togetherness and good times too.IT could be so confusing. At times too. Alliances in a household made. Major upheavals and embarrassment sometimes ruled the day. No where to run and ...

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“Sine qua non and a necessary evil.” by Julie Ainger

Once and for all.Secrets. And the Dilemma of DisclosureRumors. And the Dilemma of DisclosureFact. And the Dilemma of Disclosure.Fiction. And the Dilemma of Disclosure.Judiciousness and the Dilemma of Disclosure.Nope.I don’t think it works that way.Do you?Because if you do. May God have mercyOn. You. Because laws exist for order. Organization. Confidence.And.Our selves and sanity too, I think. Otherwise it becomes mayhem.Because I really, really, really, really. (You get my drift, yes.?)Am afraid, frightened, scared, intimidated at times, wor...

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“Whistle while you work and Galloping Gertie” by Julie Ainger

Confession.I cannot whistle.I know how. I know what is “supposed” to happen. I know what it is supposed to “sound” like.But. I simply cannot whistle. A happy tune. A sad tune. A loud tune. A soft tune. A creepy tune. An excited tune. Doesn’t work if I add one finger or two. Blow hard or soft. Still does not work.I have to face the truth. I cannot whistle.As hard as I try.No matter how I “pucker” my lips. Blow a kiss, blow smoke, blow air. nothing comes out. Gratefully, nothing comes in either. I simply cannot do it.Nothing comes out. IE. No ...

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“The Old Jalopy and the Ride of Our Life” by Julie Ainger

The Risk of Love is there.On the other side of the door.The majestic and beautiful door.The narrow door.Don’t be fooled.New or used.We’ve all been there.And it’s ok to admit it.We have all thought, come hell or high water,If. Only I could get there. Make it there.I need some serious wheels. Shiny, new and “better”.Loving a something, a someone, a thing, that maybe we should not. Never a good thing. Putting so much time, effort, energy into the ride of our lives? Who would do that? Jumping head and heart first into the great abyss, the great ...

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“Nuh, Noah and the Ultimate Geometry Teacher” by Julie Ainger

The deluge was coming. What to do. What to do?The flood came and God spared Noah, his family, and precious of all the world’s animals from a world-engulfing flood.Two by two. Four by four.Was civilization in the midst and mist of crumbling and it was right there in front of their eyes? They could not see it. But, oh, they could feet it coming. With a vengeance.Were the people prepared. Were the animals safe? Would the grounds turn inward and swallow like quick sand? Would the grounds soften too much so as to not strongly hold man and beast. ...

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“High Crimes and Misdemeanors: Bought & Sold on the Free HealthCare Market ” by Julie Ainger

Separation Anxiety.Desperate times call for desperate measures and someone in the adult world had best get to some serious adulting.Seriously.High up or low down. Demean, demeaning, demeanor really is the same thing spelled differently. The goal is the same. Putting a price on the head of a person. Not cool.Before another teen, “preetee” pre-teen or let’s just say adolescent listens to another adult and gives up. Freely surrenders their identity to a new wave counselor or free thinking teacher. Or team of adults. We had best get a grip.On th...

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“Chasing After You. When Love Refuses to Give In. ” by Julie Ainger

Love is like an Innocent Child.StubbornStomp Your Feet.My way or the HighwayTrue. Clear. No games.It requires of ourselves, our adult selves the ultimate examination:The Examination of Ourselves.Younger Kids growing and maturing understand this fire-like-behavioral currency of kicks and tricks. As as they have yet to learn and turn them as “tricks”. As their youth unfolds and they test the waters of adulthood they repeatedly check to see how it all works,How not to get burned.Do those adults around here really mean what they say? Can I put o...

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“Drugs, Thugs, Mugs. And shots.” by Julie Ainger

At least, the death panels are alive and kicking.Well, the conversation is certainly changing for the watered-down-and-water-logged worse. And that does nothing to make it righter than before.Yep. Somebody’s fingerprints ARE all over it. But whose? The sad part is that “this” is really nothing new. And has gotten person-specifically worse.And. No. I don’t approve.The stakes are too high because the steaks are too high. And the steaks are too high because the stakes are too high.I just wish I was good looking because that would solve everythi...

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“Vigilant or Vigilante? Be Not Afraid.” by Julie Ainger

Know the difference.Why?Not to be too dramatic. There is a ginormous, gigantic, huge, large, big, bigger very important difference. And it is best to know it. Otherwise while exhaustion overtakes you—however it does—the Lord may pass you by.No. Not because you are bad. He just figures you have done your work and assumes you believe you “deserve” your sleep. It is all a plan of His glorious lesson and lessons. He teaches us everyday, but sometimes we are caught napping. And that is ok.What is the difference? Of fear and strength? Inattentive ...

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“The Scales of Justice and the Tipping Point” by Julie Ainger

Practice makes perfect.Or strange bed fellows. Depends on the situation. Or. how one looks at “it”. Debate is good. Debate is necessary. Debate is needed. Some may argue that there are two sides to every story. Some may argue that rules are made to be broken. Some simply like to argue.True.But. Ambiguity has it benefits and detractors. It largely and often depends on how one looks at it. The truth. On the one hand, is the truth like a matter to be chewed up and spit out? On the other hand is truth like a matter to be taken seriously. The aur...

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“Cash for Clunkers, Crops, Candy or Dunkers. Wiserly or Miserly?” by Julie Ainger

Would you believe? Can you imagine?There was a time when I had green eyes. But it is not what you may think. Thinking I had to change, alter, improve “Me” I embarked on a journey to change something about me.My eyes. To be exact. What couldn’t I see at the time?Wanna know what happened? I literally and figuratively scratched my own eyes out.Ouch.As the story goes: This is non-fiction. Actually happened. Why would I lie? IE. I am not kidding about this. In my youth, having just turned the legal age of eighteen (18). My older sister who was ph...

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“Gone but not forgotten” by Julie Ainger

Challenge accepted.Listening and understanding a wise person is just darn invigorating. Like a mini baptism. Haven’t yet done the hard work, but ready, willing and able to put in the time. And do the Hard Time. The hard way.The Hards Times. Are what make us. But what about the loved ones who left here before us. Do you ever stop to think about what they would think about the,Now. The here and now.Stepping up to the plate whether it be inside, outside, full or finished with crumbs is always worth a second thought. Not in the interest of the d...

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