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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Gone Fishin'
“Is it a keeper, Daddy? Is it a big one?” I fondly remember asking my father these fish-related questions over and over, starting when I was about four. Looking back, I don’t think he ever said my fish were too small. If he had caught them, he would have thrown back every one of my fish from those early years, but I was always Daddy’s little girl. He always filleted out my catches, even if they looked more like bait than food.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Ice Churches
Every winter, cars slowed down near my home in a small, Minnesota town. People would gape, point, and take pictures. Why? Because every year, old widower Matthews, my neighbor to the south, would take huge blocks of ice from the frozen pond behind his home. With the precision of an architect, he would build an ice church by the road. He would light up sections to make it look like it had stained glass windows.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Stranger
This strange tale began two years ago in my small-town Texas bar. In sauntered a man on a slow Thursday night who looked like he belonged in a circus. He had many unusual piercings and tattoos, yet he wore a shirt with the words, “peace, harmony, and love” intersecting.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Fiction
