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About Julie

Julie Ann Cook, is a happily married, joyfully outnumbered mom of boys. Between assisting in living room railroad construction and addressing concerns of stars exploding and who would win in a fight between Megatron and Iron Man, Julie is an author, artist, photographer, and webmaster.

Having lost three sons to during the second trimester, Julie is an advocate of pregnancy and infant loss awareness and outreach, often writing on the subject.  She is the webmaster for LilAngelsHankies.com, a ministry that provides custom embroidered handkerchiefs for grieving parents.

A graduate of Winthrop University, Julie’s photography has been included in Kakalak and moonShine review, and her writing has appeared in various publications, including the previously mentioned, Iodine Poetry Journal, MaMaZina.com, and The Wolf. She served as the Art Director for the international art and lit journal, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue (now retired), and is currently the Marketing and Web Editor of moonShine.

Julie is the author of two poetry collections: Lemonade & Rumors (THRIFT Press, 2006) and Love Like Weeds (Main Street Rag Publishing Company, 2013). Click the respective titles to purchase either book, and while you wait for your snail mail, check out her sporadically updated blog, Digging Cheese Out of Carpet.

About the Blog: Digging Cheese Out of Carpet

Digging Cheese Out of Carpet gets its title from a line from one of Julie’s poems, “Where Between,” which won an honorable mention in the 2006 Kakalak Anthology of Carolina Poets. It refers to the day-to-day obstacles and occasional messiness of motherhood.

Digging Cheese Out of Carpet comes from a long line of serial writing attempts, both online and off. Probably the sixth blog Julie ever had, DCOOC began as a new year’s resolution in 2008. Older posts from other blogs were later imported, and eventually DCOOC moved from its birthplace on blogger to here.

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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