Author Archives: Julie Brandon

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 →

I recently had to get something ugly removed from my face. No, not the surly expression I occasionally get when I have to stay late at work. It was just one of those souvenirs from my youth when I slathered … Continue reading →

I’ve been losing things lately. Today I spent a good amount of time looking for poems I had written in the 90’s. They’re in a red folder and, for the life of me, I can’t put my hands on them. … Continue reading →

In exactly 9 weeks and 5 days, I will celebrate my bat mitzah.  Granted, it’s 39 years and 5 months late. But the fact that it’s still happening at all is a testament to hard work and determination. Many of … Continue reading →