Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Zero: Lack of focus in the blinding light of blindness. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

ATTENTION: Children of God.Please read until the end.He ain’t heavy he’s my brother.Let’s play four square.Rules of the game:STEP UP.STEP SIDE.STEP BACK.STEP DOWN.A perfect square.Of equal sides.Beats the never ending circle, the “rings” of specificity and exactness.Possibly why geometry is the diagonal choice for some.Statistics the choice for the others.Algebra the choice for the others.True or False:Or.Quote of the day:Love is knowing how a person prefers their sandwich cut🥪🥪🥪🥪The rest🫔🍔🌮🌭🥠is open to interpretation😳☺️.They say that some g...

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“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

We don’t need no stinkin’ backpack—clear plastic or strapless☺️.Imagine this 2024 youngsters.Years ago, and I do not know how many years because I am not great with “numbers.” Unfortunately as with many things “life” we remember the negative stuff and forget the positive.Someday, I will figure out why this is………until then,Let’s talk baggage.Yes. BAGGAGE.Hopefully at this point in time,In your young lives.yours,your baggage is small, simple and well, light.Unfortunately.Life seldom unpacks so neat and tide-ely.We accumulate stiff, sh** and ot...

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“Effort Really Counts. Or Does it?…..” by Julie Ainger

The funny thing about trust.Is.It is ironic a lot of the time.It is super duper easy to trust another when everything is going well, going swell.But is it super duper easy to trust that same another when things go bad, really bad.Remember, think about last week’s blog-prompts about racing, the race and the rat race………We talk ourselves silly sometimes.We may even drive ourselves mad, as in madness.Anger on the other hand. It is easy.It comes and goes.Madness. Well. It sticks around like a bad virus with the constant and eerie whispers of mela...

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“Tellies, tellies, tellys or tellys. Walking into walls.Ouch!!” by Julie Ainger

Dear Children and Young Adults of the 2,000’s,How are you?Question #1.When was the last time you wrote a letter?A bonafide letter to a person?A friend.An enemy.A teacher.A parent.A coach.A mentor.A cousin.A flat Stanley assigned pen pal from the other side of the globe?Question #2.Have you ever heard the term “snail mail?What comes to your mind when you think of “snail mail.”Fast?Slow?Patience?Impatience?Anticipation?Dread?Happiness?Someone cares?Someone does not care?Question #3.Did you know, there was a day, a day in time, when a monitor w...

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“Like a bad rash. Lies and scratches throws and catches. Like a bad rash.” by Julie Ainger

“Doctor, doctor, gimme the news.”No pill’s gonna cure my ill.You had me down twenty-one to zipSmile of Judas on your lipShake my fist, knock on wood.I got it bad, and I got it good.” (jmm)Exactly.What?You may ask.(If you really want to know, really want to face the facts)No pill’s gonna cure the ill.In the long run.In the short term.Circles.Cycles.Scooters.Or.Skipping.Over another. To get to another better other.Unless of course, one finally comes face to face.Yes.Face to Face.With their fears. Their regrets. Their responsibilities.We have a...

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“The Story of No” by Julie Ainger

Who actually wants to turn back time?Sure.Life gets heavy at times.Really heavy.No knew this.No knew that in order to live a fulfilling life, have a worthwhile existence. No must be uttered from time to time.But. (There is always a but).It wasn’t so much the mistakes, big and small, that No knew makes us who we are.The issue at hand.No simply could not say, “No.”Mistakes are the lessons we need to live.Mistakes are the lessons we need to know.No knew this.But. (There is always a but).No could not do it—could, it say “No.”Exhausting.Mind bogg...

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“The double standard. ” by Julie Ainger

Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me. And I will give you rest. Great. Because I could really use a nap. Rest my eyes. Look at the back of my eye lids. For some inspiration. Wreading, writing, writhmatic. Becomes all fuzzy in the haze of the days. In the haze of the maze. The one thing I am not afraid of. Heaven. Heaven can wait. And. So can I. I would like to earn my way there. Not with the convictions of jurisdiction. With the conviction of him. Go ahead. Instruct me to empty my pockets any way you wish, want. I st...

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“You are not the boss of me.” by Julie Ainger

Control.Who has control of who.Control.What has control of who.Control.Where is control of who.Control.When has control of who.Control.Why has control of who.Control.How Has control of who.Huh?Confusion abounds.Leverage.Levers are a funny thing.Pulled up.Pulled down.The scrolling rolling pictures and numbers pass before the eyes in dizzying milliseconds.Then.Duds.Appear.The duds saying.”You just lost.”So.Dood. Thought. Hey, I am not a dud.So. Dood pulled the lever again.For about a hundred times.The pictures kept displaying the same old same...

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“The Mobility Place. Inundation. Saturation. It’s all just the same.” by Julie Ainger

Wait a minute.Wait. Just a minute.What’s the point?Of a Dry January.Of a Dry “bar.”If I see another person on their mobile device, driving in a car, I think I am gonna blow.Head blow kind of thing.Explosion out, in, up, down and ask: How can you operate a vehicle machine while looking down? Two hands on the wheel, ten and two and for those who have been around awhile: That’s clock-speak for where to place our hands most safely on the wheel.Curiosity causes me to ask the million dollar question:Which kind of saturation is Dry January in a dry...

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“The Dreaded Impassive Impedement of Impassible Apathy” by Julie Ainger

To Impair.In thoughts, words, actions.Impalpable.In thoughts, words, actions.Lost in the labyrinth of existence.Not quite dead.Not quite alive.Unintuitively living a life of rigidity and routine. Desiring so badly for 1+1 to equal 2. Reason and sanity lost, too. The start of the day and the end of the day are the same. No different. Days. Seemingly an endless loop of numb existence and dumb persistence. Abtrusely existing in the fringes of the day, too frightened to take a leap, too tired to care.Contradictions abound.Contradictions rule the...

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“The Big Chill. With a brother, there is a warmth seldom spoken.” by Julie Ainger

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.Freedom is not free.Nothing in this great big world, our great big life is guaranteed.Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.The Human TouchBy: Spencer Michael Free’Tis the human touch in this world that counts,The touch of your hand and mind,Which means far more to the fainting heartThan shelter and bread and wine;For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,And bread lasts only a day,But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voiceSing on in the soul alwayAll friendships have their ups and downs.(wjb)Some grow cold.Polar-like cold.Dead-like...

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“Stages of life. Stages of grief. The mindless and endless list of four letter words” by Julie Ainger

Wow.It matters.I guess it does matter.If you, I, we are black or white.And has, for quite awhile.Who knew?Not me.Like my faithful new canine companion.We are and have always have been,color blind.Naïveté is the sincerest form of honesty.Even with a snazzy tool best of street smarts wrapped tightly around,The middle.The mid section.The troubled middle.Which way: Up or Down.Which way you headed—Up or Down.Who do you plan on using, I mean, taking, with you?……..Bad habits die hard.Bad POB-patterns of behavior-do too, do as well.Disclaimer: At th...

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“Change” by Julie Ainger

There is a lot of us and US in Jesus..Take the time.Take the time to look in front of you.It takes time.Your time.My time.I will be the first.The first of the New Year.The year 2024.To offer to the ones, the beings, the folks under 21.A sincere apology.The sincerest.The sincere apologies. To. The Younger folks.We don’t got this.No.Not at all.We have sold your futures.For our own.Our own selfish tendencies.For those who practice-ally believe.The price is higher.The us in Jesus becomes even more vital, more important.And.We are where we are.Se...

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“The guttersniper reads the room.” by Julie Ainger

Reinvention?Renewal?Rebirth?Overrated.Or.Highly overrated.Underrated.Or.Highly underrated.Whatever happened to loving someone, “Just the way you are?”Warts and all.Faults, too.Well. If only life were so simple.Loyalty comes too late for some.After the ego has been puffed beyond believable measures.Some folks see it sooner.Some folks see it later.But.Sooner or later.We all see “it.”Then the question becomes not what to do about it.Moreso “it” may take on a whole new ball of wax.Before excitement rears its head and you get all “light the candl...

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“Parenting is not a popularity contest. Part Two” by Julie Ainger

Looking through the eyes of love.Gets downright dicey at times.Slicey, too.But.When done properly.Is the gift that keeps on giving.The reward of a gagillion rewards times a gagillion.It is not that I do not like you.It is, that I look at the safety of another as:A fight that never ends.An Act of Grace.And Fortitude.And until and when I close my eyes for the last time.My inner pit bull walks alongside me.So.Bring it On.I got this.I am not sure you do.And that is why.I do.Got this.I do not also care,If you like me. At all.”If you can’t feed yo...

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