Julie Lacksonen

Joined January 2021

307 stories

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Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.

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To Be a Slob
So, you've decided to give up being a neat freak? Wise choice. There are many reasons why this path is advantageous. Here are a few:
By Julie Lacksonena day ago in Fiction
One Light
A single light shines, Gleaming for those who have strayed, Saying, "Welcome home."
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
Candles
The candles ablaze, Representing traditions, Warm our very souls.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
Hot Drinks
Warmth within a mug. Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa Warm us from inside.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
Crackle
Flames crackle and spark. Hands reach out to capture heat, The glow warming hearts.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
Lover's Heat
My warmth comes from you. Your smiles and your touches blanket my body.
By Julie Lacksonen3 days ago in Poets
Planted
It starts with a seed and some good, fertile ground, A family and a home, anywhere they are found. * The sunshine is morals and habits to guide,
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Poets
Being Left Alone
Why is it, love, that you have flown and left no touches, hugs, or kisses? Now, I'm feeling left alone. * Our love -- developed, nurtured, grown,
By Julie Lacksonenabout a month ago in Poets
Fighting Roots, Branching Out
Raised to believe in God an all-powerful, all-knowing all-seeing, all-hearing entity * "He" is supposed to be love. So much to the contrary.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Poets
Still Growing
Rooted from the start with strong family values and a musical foundation. Learning Growing Playing * Branching out with friends
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Poets
Forgotten. Top Story - November 2025. Content Warning.
I used to be one of those people who could sleep through a rock concert. About a month ago, I started waking every night between midnight and 2:00 with a sense of foreboding – sometimes outright fear. I didn’t dream, I just had feelings.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Fiction
What the Snood?
Teddy Turkey was feeling down. He was the strangest bird in town. His wattles were a bit too short. His feathers were the scraggly sort.
By Julie Lacksonen2 months ago in Poets

Julie Lacksonen

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To Be a Slob

One Light

Candles

Hot Drinks

Crackle

Lover's Heat

Planted

Being Left Alone

Fighting Roots, Branching Out

Still Growing

Forgotten. Top Story - November 2025. Content Warning.

What the Snood?

Achievements (4)