Julie Lacksonen
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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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The day of my father, Steve Sullivan’s, funeral had to be sunny, of course. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He lit up every room he entered with his bright smile, his kind eyes, and his infectious, silly humor. His Dad jokes were notorious. The only time I ever saw him cry was when my mother died. The irony of her being a neurologist and developing inoperable brain cancer wasn’t lost on my brother, sister, and me.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Sleep in Troubling Times
Before COVID hit, my husband passed away from a heart attack at the age of 59. Two weeks later, my dog started having seizures. I stayed up with her all night until I could get her to a vet. After two days with seizures continuing, I made the difficult decision to put the old girl out of her misery. Then, my best friend, SCUBA buddy, and co-boat owner, Madison, became in need of care. My single daughter and her son needed a place to stay. So, I moved in with Madison to become a fulltime caregiver and my daughter moved into my house. Within a year, Madison was gone too.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Lifehack
Introducing Vocal Writing Prompts
Like most writers, you have undoubtedly been at a loss for a topic to write about at some point. That happens to even the most successful writers. Writer's block is real. You can find some basic ideas to counteract your writer's block in one of my pieces here.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Humans
Uncle Lefty
This story goes with a game. It is played as follows: The story below is read while the players of the game sit in a circle and pass an item around. It could be a prize that they play for, or it could be a token item. I am going to use a stuffed critter I got from a secret Santa gift exchange. His name is Pickles.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
From Floundering to Flourishing
The best word to describe me during childhood was awkward. I was the tallest of everyone in my class until high school, including the boys. I always stood out, yet I was very shy, so I felt both physically and socially inept. I wasn’t a girl boys sought out. I was only in eighth grade when my height peaked at six feet, but I was late to develop. My body held out until my sophomore year. Too much information? Oh, get over it!
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Wander
