Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior
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Don't Chase the Blues Away
“EVEN A HAPPY LIFE CANNOT BE WITHOUT A MEASURE OF DARKNESS, AND THE WORD HAPPY WOULD LOSE ITS MEANING IF IT WERE NOT BALANCED BY SADNESS. IT IS FAR BETTER TO TAKE THINGS AS THEY COME ALONG WITH PATIENCE AND EQUANIMITY.” – CARL JUNG
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Longevity
Laura Nyro
"Wedding Bell Blues," "Stoned Soul Picnic," "And When I Die," "Stoney End," and the unforgettable "Eli's Coming." Who among us growing up in the 60's and 70's did not groove to these songs never knowing that they were penned by a delicate, young Libra girl born in the Bronx?
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Beat
Why I Drive Rideshare
I have been asked many times why I have chosen to drive rideshare and work in the gig economy as my way to support myself especially considering the recent murder of Joshua Miller, an Uber driver, here in Dallas. I have a great resume, good work ethic, and could probably get a nice, safe office job making the same amount of money, so why do I put my life and health on the line to do rideshare?
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Confessions
Christmas Tree Bracelet
Back in the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was living in Providence, Rhode Island and attending Berklee College of Music in Boston. I had a dear friend (whom we shall call “Ed” to protect his dignity as he is a stuffy, respected professor at a large university now).
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Humans
Judy Girl
My dad came from a large family (six sisters and two brothers) in Port Arthur, Texas. I ended up growing up with 23 first cousins which seemed so very normal to me, but I have discovered as an adult that most people do not HAVE that many first cousins. My oldest cousin on my dad’s side was born in 1940 and the youngest was born in 1970, so as you can imagine, a lot of second cousins were added in the mix also. We were an army.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Families
You're in My Way, You Need to Die
I am currently sitting in a hospital room after spending three days in ICU recovering from injuries received in a horrific car accident due to some one unable to control their emotions and rage. This rage was borne out of the fact that I was driving the speed limit in the middle lane on a major freeway in Dallas and trying to change lanes with my blinker on. I simply was in their way, and not going as fast as they wanted to go, so hence, I deserved to die. I deserved to die because I existed. Because I was in their way.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Criminal
No, They Really Are Trying to Make You Crazy
…a form of psychological abuse in which false information is presented with the intent of making a victim doubt his or her own memory, perception, and sanity. It may range simply from the denial by an abuser that previous abusive incidents ever occurred, up to the staging of bizarre events by the abuser with the intention of disorienting the victim. - Wikipedia
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Psyche
Death By Chili
I am a good cook. I really am. That said, near death experiences with my cooking are not outcomes I aspire to. At the time, my oldest daughter, Chloe, was about 16. She was an exceptionally beautiful girl, and I am not saying that because I am her mother. She was traffic-stopping beautiful. Tall, thin, long dark hair and dark eyes. Almost perfect features. And to be very honest, you do not necessarily want a daughter who is traffic-stopping beautiful, because you will run yourself ragged trying to keep them safe. Teenage girls do not have the best judgement, and beautiful teenage girls even less so.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Feast
Pop Tarts, Jergen’s Lotion and Young Ladies of Fine Breeding
I was a military brat. My dad was in the Air Force, and we lived all over the U.S. and the Europe. We lived in the UK, Montana, Florida, Germany, Texas, and New Mexico. At my dad’s last station, we were at Holloman AFB in New Mexico. As my parents knew it was my dad’s last tour before he was going to retire, they bought a little house and planned on staying there permanently.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Serve
