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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The Strange Summer
This story is about me. Of course it is. I'm fabulous. My name is Thomas Finius Blakely. My buddies call me Tom. Most humans call me, affectionately, "That Darn Cat." I'm sure this endearment is thanks for controlling the rodent population.
By Julie Lacksonen10 months ago in Fiction
Sinking to a New Level. Top Story - June 2025.
I’ve always been a water person. I grew up in Minnesota, the Land of 10,000 lakes. I always had a river in my backyard. My brothers and sister and I were always swimming or fishing in the summer, running around barefoot. Until around my sixth-grade year, our place had a hill leading down to the Fish Hook River, which froze solidly enough to drive on every winter, which people did, to haul out their icehouses. Neighbors came from all around to sled our hill, making jumps off the docks onto the ice. Fun times!
By Julie Lacksonen10 months ago in Writers
Cat and Mouse
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I was relieved to see a sign of potential civilization. Being a woman driving alone at night made me nervous, and now my fear of breaking down had become a reality. All I wanted to do was attend my 10th high school reunion, but someone had scattered some nasty-looking pieces of metal on the road. Three of my tires were punctured. I skidded to a stop, halting at the top of a steep ditch.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Cool Drinks for Summer
There's nothing quite like a refreshing frozen drink after a summer day of playing or working in the hot sun. Not only does it hydrate you, but it also cools your core body temperature. With choices you cannot find in fastfood establishments or restaurants and fresh ingredients, you can make a beverage better than anything you could buy.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Feast
The Old Journal
I sat neglected and lonely on a basement shelf at Brooke's Book Nook for decades. I'm not sure how long, exactly. Before that, I assisted many authors, most recently one named Anne Rice. She was obscure until I gave her some ideas and helped her hone her skills. After Anne no longer needed me, she brought me to the shop and told Brooke, "Give this to a struggling author who shows promise. I'm trusting you to choose someone special... and don't charge anything."
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
