Judith Jascha
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Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
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Mississippi Dreams
Julianne had been singing in the church choir for a few years now. Times were quickly changing around the country; rock had been born and was thriving. In the south, rock music was still considered evil, the devil's music, as the older generation would call it. But Julianne believed that one could love modern music, while also holding true to their moral beliefs.
By Judith Jascha8 months ago in Chapters
Mississippi Dreams
It was 1958, in the small town of Greenwood, Mississippi. Julianne was 10 years old. She had lived with her grandparents since she was a baby, ever since her dad passed in a car accident. She didn't have many memories of him, most came from a picture she had of him holding her that she kept on her nightstand and a dress and matching hat he had bought her. She had long outgrown it, yet she refused to get rid of it, it had come from her dad.
By Judith Jascha11 months ago in Chapters
Art, and the Talent Within. Top Story - January 2025.
When I was in seventh grade, my English teacher Mrs. Simmons had our Fridays very carefully planned. It was the day that we would have our spelling and vocabulary tests, which I was always horrible with. But that Monday, as we got our study guides with our words for the week, she would give us the chance to get bonus points on our test. Every week, she would pick an art piece for the week. If we learned the name and who the artist was, it was easy points. Once the test was over, she would play classical music and while we wrote in journals, she would pass around a huge can of candy, where I would always rummage through until I found my favorite, a sour lemonhead.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Art
The Most Wonderful Time of Year
When I was a little girl, every year immediately following Thanksgiving dinner, my mind would automatically go to one thing, Christmas time. I would beg my grandparents to get down the Christmas tree and ornaments so we could decorate them that night. After a wait, my grandpa would pull down the ladder the attic and climb up. Each year I would ask to go up to help, but would always be told no, my grandma was always sure that I would fall down the ladder.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Families
The Great Ship Mystery
This trip was going to be epic. They had been talking about it for months. The past year was chaotic, and they needed to rest. This seemed like the perfect way to do so. Jeff had been on cruises before and had loved it, Olivia had always wanted to go. This not only gave them an opportunity to get away from all of life's craziness for a little while, but it also gave them an opportunity to just be together. For a few days it was going to be him and her on this great big, beautiful ocean. It was going to be amazing, and they were ready.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Door
There was only one rule: don't open the door. This had been told to her for as long as she could remember. She never understood why, and as she grew older, her curiosity was getting the best of her. What could possibly be behind that door that she shouldn't see.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Horror
Seeing Myself on Television
From the time I was a little girl, there was one thing I have always heard. To be thought of as truly beautiful, a girl needed to be tall, thin, blonde, and blue-eyed. Legends such as Marilyn Monroe, Jane Mansfield, and Pamilla Anderson seemed to be every man's fantasies. Even then, I was self-conscience about it. Here I was, dark complected, dark haired, dark eyed, and don't even get me started on this big nose in the middle of my face. I didn't even stand a chance.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Journal
