Author Archives: Julie Brandon

Some days it’s just not easy being the me others expect me to be. I’m pretty cheerful by nature so when I dip into the dark ink that sloshes around inside of me,  I tend to keep it to myself. … Continue reading →

Frail That’s how the human condition has been described. Easily struck down by disease, weapons and anger. Hearts break literally and figuratively until we’re curled up in a fetal position on the floor. Be strong, they exhort us. Stiffen that … Continue reading →

Over the years, friends have come and gone. Some remained longer than others while the presence of quite a few was so brief that I barely remember them. The memory is nothing more than a shadow tucked away behind the … Continue reading →

Ah, the dreaded “W” word. When I was younger, I didn’t worry about it very much. I was naturally slim and ate what I wanted with little or no consequences. But time changed that. When I quit smoking, I gained … Continue reading →

I admit it. This blog was started with the best of intentions, kind of like that road to Hell. I wrote a bit and then became distracted by shiny things. I guess that makes me a magpie. Other interests took … Continue reading →

Just below the skin’s surface the whispers have begun “Whiner” “Hypochondriac” “Drama Queen” I search the faces around me for the source All seem serene, helpful and sympathetic Arms reach out to hold me, support me and offer hugs No … Continue reading →

Today, I remember the dead Those who’s last days were spent toiling for the enemy Digging the graves of their families Waiting for a word, searching the crowd for a familiar face Pleading with God, shaking a fist at God, … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s spring fever. Maybe it’s a middle aged crisis. Regardless of the cause, I have the strong urge to take off running and not stopping until I have found my purpose. It’s sounds like a cliche even to me. … Continue reading →

It’s happening more and more lately. I get an idea for a post or a poem. I plan to write it down but get distracted as I wash my coffee cup or pick up the socks I left on the … Continue reading →