Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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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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“Thank you God for throwing me some shade!😃” by Julie Ainger

My head exploded🫥.After this.Life took on new meaning.Things were, shall we say “re-ordered.”Priorities became crystal clear.And the fight was just begun.To some extent.We are all held hostage.To selves.To others.Worst of all.The expectation of the selves.The expectations of the others.We foolishly and fool heartedly place a price on the life of another.No one person is more “valuable” than any other.Oh.We love to think we are.All that and a bag of chips.Or.Doritos☺️.Pick your vice.Pick your poison.At beginning of the day, by God’s grace, we...

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“Reciprocal reciprocity. Is karma a bit**?” by Julie Ainger

Hello.How are you.I am fine.How were you.Yesterday.Finer than today.Worser than before.About the same.A little “greener.”A little “yellower.”Wish you knew now what you didn’t know then.This end of-the-year-time-of-year does that kind thing.Force us.To reflect.On what we did good.What we did bad.Why we did this.Why we did that.By God’s grace.The patterns will change…..Makes ya think.’Bout a lot of things.A lot about change.Occurrences.And the like.How are youStill.Better.WorseWorried.Scared.Happier.”Aloner”Less aloner.People are a hindrance.P...

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“The Prince of Peace” by Julie Ainger

“A feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love.”Love.Daring deeds.Celebration of nature.Focus on the individual.Celebration of isolation and melancholy.Interest in the common man.Idealization of women.Personification and pathetic fallacy. (ThoCo)Not always a love interest.A spiritual journey.Looking inward.“Self-reliance” by Ralph Waldo Emerson. An essay of looking inward in order to look outward. Determining your own path and relying on your own resources.Self-reliance means different things to different people….William Wordsmith...

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“Belligerence or Ignorance?” by Julie Ainger

“Home” for the holidays.The hustle.The bustle.This time of year finds us wanting to forget or forgetting to want.To remember.The good.The bad.The ugly.The fugly.We dress ourselves up. In shiny new this, or shiny new that.Hoping to remember and hoping to forget.At this time of year, the sugar plum fairy is surely tired of the”dance.”But.We do it anyway.For some.It is healing.For others.It is a struggle.For some.It is happy, fun.For others, it is an obligation.This time of year is such a big time of year.An absolute “buzz.”We know.We know.It c...

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“Just Desserts or Just Deserts” by Julie Ainger

Once you get past the colorful fruity, chewy, gooey, stiffness of the loaf.Life gets better.However.It seems to turn up every year at this time.It is as if someone decided to empty the nooks and crannies of their fridge and cabinets and with the help of kitchen utensils, whip up a loaf of “cake” that sits atop a holiday table and stares back at you as if to say”Go ahead. I dare you.”To take a piece. Of me.You wanna piece of me?Go on.Take a bite.On the one hand, it’s oftentimes, “Granny”, who has toiled in the kitchen to prepare this rainbow-...

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“The light bulb may glow dim but the light in us grows brighter” by Julie Ainger

Who turned the lights off?Why is it so dark in here?Shuffle. Shuffle…..to check the light switch😵‍💫Exactly.We foolish humans.Always thinking that we must defer control of all things bright and light toSomebody else.We forget to yield.We forget to stop.We forget to look.We forget to lend a helping hand.We forget to remember.To pull up our boot straps and start lighting up the lives of others.Oftentimes.With those we hold near and dear.We fumble the words to say.Thank you.We become so enmeshed in our own fears. We break down.We do all the righ...

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“The Muckrake Mountebank” by Julie Ainger

“I forgot.”Two of the most disconcerting words in the English language. So much at stake in the muck and the rake…….Frozen.In the midst of the competition. Any which way and loose.Competition makes strange bedfellows.Provided one stays out of another’sBed.Bedroom.That is.A pre-requisite.Otherwise feelings, nothing more than feelings eek their way,”In.”Insidious really.But not for the alert. The awakened.At this time of year, fairies and elves become ever present in our holiday worlds……The elf on the shelf moves at another’s whim.To the fear ...

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“Diabolically Divisive and Diabetes Divine” by Julie Ainger

Sugar highs.Sugar lows.Artificially.Pure cane.The Diabolical Sweet Tooth.Throw caution to the wind.Just dig in.This time of year, especially, can be a time of great indulgence. Great indulgences.Great highs.Great lows.And through it all.Sugar is there.To make it all better…Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.Present and unaccounted for.Sugar can wreak a havoc.On the system.Systemically.Too much sugar in the blood can lead to serious health problems. (mc)The mysterious way in which some folks can down a box of dots or juju bee...

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“Under the Weather and Other Manipulative Functional Phenomena” by Julie Ainger

Have you ever wondered what goes on in the back, or in some cases, side of your local “drug” store?What goes on in that cordoned off room with persons in white coats hustling and bustling around. Counting pills. Measuring potions. The room in the back behind the other potions, lotions, and pads. Way in the back, neatly sits the higher power. The higher powered “stuff.” The powerful stuff designed throughout the years of experience and under the table deals. Shelved as the higher power. Stuff.Functional gains got us to this point, although th...

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“Endless” by Julie Ainger

Some days seem like they will never end.New possibilities.Old hurts.Cling.Clingons.ClingClingons.Shake it off.Deep breaths.Do not work.The same old picture, pictures return to the mind’s eye in the blink of an eye. Stopping us in our tracks. Snow capped tracks. Leaving behind ragged footsteps of dis array leading no body anywhere good. Or helpful.Knee capped.Again. By our own thoughts, words and actions.Oftentimes.We do it to ourselves.Other times.We do not.Because it sticks, it is sticky, like glue.Why is it.The negative usually lasts longe...

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