Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Vet. Vet. Vetted. The Word Jungle Jumble Mumble and Vice and Versa.” by Julie Ainger

Effort Really Counts.Again!Nice try.Effort Really Counts!I guess.Do you?Guess.About. The Swing. The Swinger. The Singer. The Roundabout. Direction of beneficial determination?Depends on which side of the road you find yourself driving on.I suppose. To the: Many.Few. Most? Or does it Depend.Depend.Deepend. Where you are, where you sit, stand, where you toss “things”. How much cushion you have on the back end. How do you define “things”. (Caveat-People are not things”,) Medical, Psychological, Physical “parts” of things as you may wish them to...

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“Flushapalooza!……Double duty and going down the wrong pipe🙃” by Julie Ainger

Listen up younger ones.Experience is the best teacher.Really.Why?The older you are, the better it works.Believe it or not.A wiser than me, happen- to-be-older person once told me to:Believe in something. So.I listened.And never choked again. The trick is is knowing how to get there without choking, tripping and falling on our faces. Which is really a polite way of saying:Indifference + Irrelevance equals a dangerous combination.As you mature, it will benefit your maturation to NOT live in the moment. Counterintuitive, I know. Advice worth ch...

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“The “Is m’s”of “His’m’s” Racism, Favoritism and Other Idiosyncrasies” by Julie Ainger

Arrogance headlined our world again today.In response. An ocean of heart broken tears to prove it. Make no mistake. Please do not be confused with an ocean of tears as sowing seeds of division.No matter how hard we try, pretend, or even pray, please remember.You are not God. I am not God. We are not God.So please, can we stop pretending we are.Sometimes, it feels as if we are constantly at war.With ourselves.With our own irrelevance.With our own denial.Incessantly attempting, at all modern and real time costs, to prove our “metal”, “mettle”,...

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“The Buffet of Self Serving Nonsense” by Julie Ainger

My heart aches.I don’t know about you.Service is not universal. Intervention? Is not universal. It may be liked, but it is not universal. Over stepping bounds is gross and it is humanly negligent. So is stepping all over it. And it smells bad, too.One thing for sure, human and civil liberties are progressively heading down the loo. When we stoop to continually use (a form of service, mind you) a child as our spring board to happiness? And then google (verb, action word) the name? Is this,Advertising in the year 2022? Marketing in the New Wor...

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“The Flip Side verses the Blind Side & Child’s play game of Tug of War” by Julie Ainger

You wanna play? You wanna go? Bring it on?!How DID we humans used to solve our problems? There is no denying strife and its existence. It exists. Big and small. How DID we resolves the disputes of our day(s). Back in the good ole days, the ancient times, of say, the late ‘90’s early 2,000’s.Seems like a lifetime ago. When civility attempted existence. Outside. Inside. Now. Everything seems so Upside down. In many ways, shapes and forms.Have we become so, bored and detached from reason and logic we have resorted to well, this? Are we blind, u...

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“Second hand smoke, or second hand spoke?” by Julie Ainger

Each day we have a chance, chances. A new opportunity, opportunities. To get stuff right. All stuff. Any stuff.Life offers us endless possibilities to start anew and stop a bad. Like riding a bicycle, hop on, begin peddling, the spoke go round and round and round and round and round.. you get my drift. Why cause a rift?Yeah. Small and seemingly insignificant, the spoke on your bike’s wheels are quiet and out of the way. Almost providing a thankless job. No one notices them when everything is working well, but without proper set up and operat...

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“Lights, Camera, Literacy Inaction!!” by Julie Ainger

Well. Here we are. Almost as planned and almost as expected. Have we met and exceeded the expectations?Perhaps. We cannot even push the blame of the camera filled backlash of these times on Hollywood. For the most part the individuals who have and had a choice to journey there and live there are, at the least, trained. Actors. Trained. To do what they do. For our entertainment. (?) Some may debate that specific point. But that is not why we are “here”. Now.Reminder: Just because you can does. It mean you should?In the interest of comprehensi...

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“To oblate or not to oblate. That is the question. ” by Julie Ainger

“To be or not to be” asked William S.The floor was open to debate. And so it began. And it got ugly. Really ugly. Years, and years and years and years, so many years of ugly. Ugly debate that until today forced the hands of us to show our true colors. Good to know. The origin, that is.Not one of us peasants and individuals were immune. From the ugly, the question, nor the answer. And many times, we showed our own ugly and true selves.Freedom took the win today. Here. In the land of the free and the home of the brave. And brave the decision m...

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“Separating the Color Blind from the Men from the Boy’s……..Coat tails.” by Julie Ainger

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. For the opportunity. For this space.Props for promoting honest debate and thought. Mostly. Independently. For the opportunity. Mind, body and writing realizes the risk of exposing emotions, feeling and thoughts. And then to publish them for some to see.It is probably risky to offer an “air”wave to potentially prove a right and perhaps attempt to sensibly improve an old sad wrong, an old sad narrative. And also prove an opportunity to right a right and with additional write. A re-write.In journal times used to...

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“ Hit for the cycle. A Hat trick. Two sides of the same coin.” by Julie Ainger

Ok.I tried. Gave it. My best shot.With the headline(r) That is.Did it grab your attention enough to read on…..minus any “typos”, corrections—which used to be performed by educated, trained, four year institutioned educated literacy loving professionals who work for dough, not for show. Professionals. The opposite of today’s institutionalization of modern culture wannabes and amateurs.Nor the “editors” of tic tak.Whose color and texture of skin was not nor never procedurally institutionalized.Yet. Here we are.Or is it.. Drive for show, putt f...

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“Sentient Discord?or Just because ‘ya can, doesn’t mean ya’ should?” by Julie Ainger

Choice.The Choice is Yours.At the least it used to be.Possible it is slipping away with every click, bait and tap.Taking with it the ability to control yourself… moving right along with the clicks, baits and taps……More importantly, the self-ascribed ability to control yourself. Possibly or impossibly resulting in passing through or road blocking any achieved status of personal ability and merit.Let’s be honest, if I asked you to just summarize what I just wrote, could you? Would you? Are you capable? Able. Or did you simply move on with ZERO...

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“An Affair of the Heart” by Julie Ainger

Home is where the Heart Is.“The man who misses all the fun,Is he who says, “It can’t be done.”In solemn pride, he stands aloofAnd greets each venture with reproof.Had he the power he’d effaceThe history of the human race;We’d have no radio or motor cars,No streets lit by electric stars. (WJB)Can we just slow down a little? Just a little bit? Whoa Millie!For just a sec’?Robert Frost reflects on how COURAGE does not follow rutted paths in:The Road Not Taken: (WJB)”Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one ...

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“Batten down the hatches” by Julie Ainger

A point of no return? A return to a sane state , a state of sanity. We all once fondly knew what it was, could be. Can be again. Called something akin to sense and sensibility, common sense. Sense in the true. Sense of the word and of the world. Of one’s inner world. As it related to connectivity, inter-connectively. But not this way. not the way it is now. We have never been more dis-connected as a human race running the human race.”Lead, follow, or get out of the way”Step up or step out because a narrowly focused point forces the fact we...

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“Turn the other cheek.” by Julie Ainger

It’s too loud in here. Frances thought as he attempted to focus on the task at hand. He waited. He shifted his body slightly back and forth as if to soothe his mind. He tapped his boots on the floor, to acquaint himself/to rhythm himself into a pattern. He scrunched and squinted his nose and eyes to relieve the sounds of water in his head.Once being reprimanded for “zoning out”, he not dare look out the window for a breath of fresh air. He kept his head down as if to agree with the inadequacies he had been appointed, labeled.But deep down he...

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“Empty is as empty does.” by Julie Ainger

Empty is as empty does.The lesser of two evils.Close your eyes.Pretend it is quiet.Sit still for a few minutes.What do you hear in the distance? Birds chirping, a moaning sound, the sound of a fan— sometimes used by some to fill the quiet as known as “white noise” Is there simply deafening silence. When you open your eyes, what do you see? An empty room in need of “things”. To fill it up. To enjoy, perhaps distract you?When you are able to, when you come to, attempt to get up and walk around, take a visual tour of this empty space, are you a...

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