Julie Lacksonen
Bio
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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Where the Purple Grass Grows
There’s a planet on which no flowers bloom. How do I know this? Because I’ve seen it in my dreams. Every night for the past three weeks, I have seen it. There are strange trees with blue leaves, and the grass is purple, but those are the only visible vibrant colors. The bare ground and the mountains are gray. Even the water and clouds are gray.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Finding a Tune
A flood of memories came rushing to me as I walked through my grandparents’ old house. I remembered the aroma of grandma’s homemade cookies wafting from the kitchen. I remember sitting on the porch with fresh-squeezed lemonade after swimming in the river. I remembered grandpa educating me about automobile engines. He had a wealth of knowledge, and he was willing to share. He would yell from under the car, “Tim, hand me the ¾ inch socket wrench.” I learned about tools quickly and enjoyed being his helper.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
A Fool's Last Laugh
"No!" I shrieked as I saw Tom leap from the third-story balcony. Surely, he wouldn't survive. It all started when I met my roommate, Tom our freshman year at Ohio State. I was excited to be at a party school since, in high school, I was voted "Most likely to bore classmates to death." I'd be lying if I said that didn't sting. I was ready to embrace a life of fun and humor, and with a little luck, some girls.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Donate Blood
Imagine you get a phone call from a police officer. Fearing something horrible, you sit down. As you fear, it's not good news. The Officer reports that a loved one was involved in a serious auto accident. You rush to the hospital and wait in line at the emergency room. When you get to the window, you frantically ask about your loved one's status. He is in critical condition, requiring multiple units of blood. You are asked about your blood type as they have no more available. If your loved one needs just one more unit, he may not make it without your assistance.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Motivation
Peace and Freedom
I have never felt a lack of freedom. As a child, I ran around in my small town, climbing trees, riding my bike, fishing and swimming in the summer, and sledding and skating in the winter. As an adolescent, I chose what path my life would take and what faith to follow. As a young adult, I chose who to marry and where to live. I have lived a privileged life.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Humans
