Julie Godfrey
Bio
Julie is a part time writer, observer of life and aspiring author. She is a TBI-survivor living an abundant and spiritual life post-concussion.She is accredited Senior IT Project Manager with an HBBA, MBA, PMP, and Agile practitioner.
Stories (18)
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A Cuppa and a Slice
My earliest memory of Nana isn’t of Nana at all. It’s of her kitchen. Bathed in the hay-yellow glow of the summer sun with a cacophony of ladies talking over one another like a gaggle of geese. Cries and laughter along with whispers and shrieks would fill that kitchen with a dull roar that would rise and fall like the waves of an ocean. Quiet moments filled by the gentle tinkling of spoons mindlessly stirring. Ruminating thoughts swirled along until that moment when an ear-piercing kettle whistle would interrupt.
By Julie Godfrey4 years ago in Fiction
Shelter From the Storm
“Come on! Let’s hurry!” Billy hollers over his shoulder. “Billy! Slow down!” I holler right back. The sky is quickly darkening. The rumbling thunder getting closer with each stride. Large splotches of rain are already starting to fall. The barn is just on the other side of this field. The new wheat seems to cast a radiant glow of brilliant yellow. A shocking contrast against the inky-grey sky filled with billowing thunderheads that rise to the heavens.
By Julie Godfrey5 years ago in Fiction
How Mer-low Can You Go?
I’ve been seeing the same hairdresser for three years now. Three years. That’s a big commitment for me. My longest relationships weren’t that long! From the moment I found Rafi, I loved him! Photos of his wife and daughters adorned his station. His face lit up when he talked about them. Great with hair, sweet, caring, tall, dark, and handsome! I think I just felt myself swoon!
By Julie Godfrey5 years ago in Humans
Black Book Found!
Jess couldn’t believe it. Here it is a Sunday and she’s rushing to the office. She thought when she took this job weekend work and long hours would be over. Now it seemed she was working longer hours with more stress than her past waitress jobs. The pay really wasn’t much better when she considered tips and she’d had to invest in office appropriate attire draining her meager savings. She didn’t want to complain, not really. When her friend Emily had suggested she take the clerk job at her downtown office the idea sounded wonderful. “It’ll open new doors for you!”
By Julie Godfrey5 years ago in Humans
Feels Like Home
I’ve always had this wanderlust inside of me. A restlessness that simply wouldn’t let go. From my earliest years, I remember the little explorer in me running off to the vast forest behind our family home. That little girl would skip and twirl in the dappled light filtered by a million leaves! Or is it a million and one? She’d try to count them all, lose her place and have to start all over again. Inevitably, she’d tire, pause to rest in a patch of sun and fall asleep from her efforts. The magic of the day would begin in the still of the moment at sunrise. From her bedroom window, she’d watch the sky magically come alive cascading from darkness to deep indigo, to hues of pink, rising in a crescendo of fiery orange! The glow would be heart stopping, then just as suddenly – Poof! Gone in a flash! She’d open her window, to try to catch the magic in her tiny hand. The challenge was to hold on to that magic you see! To carry it with you all day; To blow on a dandelion that had gone to seed and make a wish; To run and catch the end of the rainbow; To live the most each day!
By Julie Godfrey5 years ago in Wander
