"What Men Say When They Don't" - "I Just Need Space!" by Julianna Rowe

 "What Men Say When They Don't"- A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcement people make before they disappear. Hosted on?  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on  men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered. Anyone whose disappeared will recognize it.

“I Just Need Space"                             

 “I just need space,” he says, as if space is a neutral request and not a directional one. It sounds reasonable, almost healthy. After all, everyone needs space sometimes. But this phrase rarely comes with definition, duration, or reassurance. It’s offered as a pause, but it behaves like a slow exit. When men say they need space, what they often mean is distance without conversation, time without responsibility, and relief without resolution.

Space, in this context, isn’t about reflection. It’s about disengagement without having to name it. You’re left wondering: How much space? For how long? What happens while we’re apart? Are we still connected, or quietly ending? Those questions don’t get answered. Because answering them would require intention. Instead, you’re asked to wait politely in uncertainty, to be understanding without information, to trust without context.

“I just need space” often shows up when something has already shifted….when effort has thinned, when communication feels strained, or when feelings have changed but haven’t been acknowledged. It moves the responsibility onto you to stay calm, patient, and accommodating while the relationship quietly loosens its shape. And if you ask for clarity….if you ask what space actually means, you risk being labeled needy, anxious, or unwilling to respect boundaries. But boundaries explain themselves. Avoidance does not. Needing space to think is different from needing space to disappear. Healthy space comes with reassurance. It comes with timelines. It comes with communication that continues, even if closeness pauses. Unhealthy space comes with silence. With drifting replies. With the quiet understanding that you’re expected to wait without knowing what you’re waiting for. If someone needs space but can’t tell you what that means for you, they’re not asking for space. They’re asking for an exit that doesn’t require confrontation.

So, when you hear,

“I just need space,” listen carefully to what follows. If nothing is defined, nothing is promised, and nothing is clarified, the space isn’t about breathing room. It’s about distance. And you’re allowed to decide whether waiting in it works for you.

Tomorrow’s topic: “I Just Got Out of Something Serious”

What Men Say When They Don't - ACT III The Pullback by Julianna Rowe

 

“What Men Say When They Don’t”

ACT III

The Pullback

Distance Without Ownership

There is a specific kind of pain that does not have a name.

It is not a breakup.                                  

It is not a fight.             

It is not even rejection.

It is the slow fade of someone who hasn’t claimed you….but hasn’t let you go. The texts change. The warmth cools. The certainty disappears. And when you feel it…..you know. But when you ask about it ……you are told nothing is wrong. So, you doubt yourself and you replay conversations. You analyze tone, and you measure response time. You wonder if you imagined the shift. You didn’t. This is the pullback. It is distance introduced quietly……without ownership, without explanation, without courage. And this is where women lose themselves. Because technically… he’s still there, just not the same, just not fully, just not choosing you out loud. 

Act III is not about dramatic endings. It is about emotional retreat. It is about the confusion that keeps you holding on. It is about the moment you realize: You are carrying something he refuses to define. And the hardest truth of all? If he will not define you, he is already distancing you. And that weight is not yours alone.

Tomorrow I will discuss:  "I Just Need Space"

 

What Men Say When They Don't......."I'm Just Really Busy" by Julianna Rowe

What Men Say When They Don't- A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcement peple make before they disappear. Hosted on?  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on  men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered. Anyone whose disappeared will recognize it. 

“I’m Just Really Busy.”

There’s a sentence women have been handed for decades like it’s a polite explanation instead of what it really is.

“I’m just really busy.”                       

Busy with work.

Busy with family.

Busy with stress. 

Busy with projects. 

Busy with life. 

Busy, busy, busy. But here’s what no one tells you: When a man is interested, he is not too busy. He is intentional. Busy men still eat. Busy men still sleep. Busy men still scroll their phones. Busy men still make time for what matters to them. If he has time to breathe, he has time to text. The truth is rarely that he is busy. The truth is: You are not at the top of his priority list. And that hurts more than the excuse. Because “busy” sounds reasonable. It sounds adult. It sounds responsible. It makes you feel unreasonable for wanting consistency. So, you shrink your expectations, and you tell yourself he works hard. You remind yourself not to be “needy" and you become flexible. You become understanding. You become small. All the while waiting for a free hour in his calendar.

But here is what women eventually learn: Interest rearranges schedules. Desire finds minutes. Consistency is a choice. “I’m just really busy” is often a soft rejection disguised as responsibility. And the longer you accept it, the longer you sit on the sidelines of your own life. The man who wants you does not pencil you in. He makes space.

If he is always busy, stop rearranging your life to fit into his margins.

You were never meant to be a footnote!

Starting Act III tomorrow-

Act II: Things Men Say When They Don't - "I'LL CALL YOU"

 “What Men Say When They Don’t” 

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcement peple make before they disappear. Hosted on?  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on  men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered. Anyone whose disappeared will recognize it.

“I’ll Call You”

“I’ll call you,” he says. He will not call you. He will briefly think about calling you while doing absolutely nothing. This phrase sounds like intention, but it’s actually deferral. A way to end the moment without committing to what comes next. “I’ll call you” doesn’t ask for a response. It doesn’t open a conversation. It closes on......politely, with just enough hope left behind to soften the exit. Men use this line when they want to leave things unresolved without appearing unkind. When they want to avoid saying “I don’t plan to follow up” or “I don’t want to continue this.”

So the responsibility shifts to time. If he calls, great. If he doesn’t, you’re left wondering whether you misunderstood, whether you should wait, whether it’s too soon to move on. That uncertainty isn’t accidental. It keeps the door unlocked without requiring him to walk back through it. Real intention doesn’t rely on possibility. It relies on action. People who plan to call don’t announce it as a favor. They call. They follow through. They don’t leave silence behind and label it patience. “I’ll call you” becomes a holding pattern.....one person grounded, the other already in motion elsewhere. And when enough time passes, the silence answers the question the words avoided. If you find yourself checking your phone, replaying the conversation, or making excuses for the delay, pause. The message has already arrived. Because when someone wants to stay connected, they don’t outsource it to later. They don’t leave it vague. They don’t leave you waiting. “I’ll call you” isn’t a promise. It’s a placeholder. And once you recognize it, you’re free to stop waiting for a call that was never coming.

The message has already arrived. Because when someone wants to stay connected, they don’t outsource it to later. They don’t leave it vague. They don’t leave you waiting. “I’ll call you” isn’t a promise. It’s a placeholder. And once you recognize it, you’re free to stop waiting for a call that was never coming. 

Tomorrow's Visit:  "I'm Just Really Busy"

What Men Say When They Don't..... "I Thought We Were on the Same Page" by Julianna Rowe

 

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcement people make before they disappear. Hosted on?  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered. Anyone whose disappeared will recognize it.

“I Thought We Were on the Same Page”

“I thought we were on the same page,” he says, as if a page was ever shown, discussed, or agreed upon. It sounds reasonable. Even disappointed. Like a misunderstanding instead of an omission. But being on the same page requires that a page actually exist. This phrase often appears when expectations were assumed instead of communicated, when boundaries were implied instead of stated, and when silence was mistaken for agreement. 

“I thought we were on the same page” usually means: I made decisions privately and expected you to keep up. There was no conversation outlining expectations. No shared understanding of direction. No mutual agreement about what this was becoming. Just movement. Time passing. Access continuing. And now, suddenly, you’re told you misunderstood. Men use this phrase to reposition responsibility…away from the lack of clarity and onto your interpretation.

If you’re confused, it’s because you didn’t read the page correctly. If you’re hurt, it’s because you expected too much. But expectations don’t form in a vacuum. They grow from behavior, consistency, and what’s left unsaid. You didn’t imagine the closeness. You didn’t misread the effort. You didn’t invent the signals that led you to believe you were building toward something shared. You responded to what was happening.

“I thought we were on the same page” often arrives when someone wants to step back without acknowledging that they never invited you into the planning. It’s a convenient way to say, “I decided something on my own, and now I’m surprised you didn’t anticipate it.”

But shared pages require shared authorship. If the expectations were never discussed, never clarified, and never agreed upon, then there was no page to be on.

There was only assumption. And asking for clarity is not proof that you misunderstood. It’s proof that the communication was incomplete. So, when someone tells you, “I thought we were on the same page…..”

Ask yourself whether a page was ever offered…or whether you were expected to read between lines that were never written. Because misunderstanding doesn’t come from asking questions. It comes from pretending communication happened when it didn’t.

exposes a subtle blame-shift phrase

assumption vs communication appears grounded, not defensive

Tomorrow: “I’ll Call You”

What Men Say When They Don't - "I Don't Want to Put Labels on It" by Julianna Rowe

 

“What Men Say When They Don’t”  

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcement peple make before they disappear. Hosted on?  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on  men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered. Anyone whose disappeared will recognize it.

“I Don’t Want to Put Labels on It”

“I don’t want to put labels on it,” he says, as if labels are the problem and not the absence of clarity.

It sounds modern, even flexible. Like he’s being thoughtful instead of evasive. But labels aren’t cages, they’re coordinates. They help two people know where they are, what they’re building, and what they’re responsible for. When men say they don’t want labels, it’s often after connection has already formed…after time has been spent, intimacy has grown, and routines have quietly taken shape. Everything feels like a relationship. It’s just not being named as one.

“No labels” usually means:

Keep the benefits, avoid the expectations, and preserve an easy exit. It allows closeness without commitment and intimacy without accountability. It keeps the door open while asking you not to knock.

You’re encouraged to act invested but not expect security. To show up consistently while accepting uncertainty as the cost of entry. If you ask what this is, you’re told not to overthink it. If you ask where it’s going, you’re told not to rush it. But refusing to name something doesn’t keep it simple. It keeps it undefined.

Men use this phrase when they want the relationship to stay flexible….for them. When they want room to maneuver without renegotiating the terms. Because once something has a name, it has boundaries, and boundaries require intention. Healthy connections don’t fear clarity. They welcome it. They don’t confuse labels with pressure or definition with loss of freedom. If someone resists naming what’s already happening, it’s not because labels are dangerous. It’s because commitment would change how they’re allowed to behave. So, when you hear,

“I don’t want to put labels on it,” listen to what’s being protected. If the connection continues but the responsibility does not, the label isn’t the issue. The hesitation is. And you’re allowed to decide whether staying unnamed serves you when you’re already showing up fully. Classic avoidance language, clarity vs convenience.

Stay tuned for more: “I Thought We Were On the Same Page”

PART II - What Men Say When They Don't byJulianna Rowe

                                              Part II - THE SHIFT:       

                             Clarity, boundaries, self-trust, and quiet strength!

                      "When Words Stop Matching Behavior"

There comes a point when the words don’t change,but the feeling does.

You’ve heard the phrases.
You’ve tried responding calmly.
You’ve explained yourself in smaller and smaller pieces.

And still, nothing shifts.That’s because words aren’t the issue anymore. Behavior is.

When someone keeps you in confusion, minimizes your needs, or reframes your clarity as drama, the problem isn’t communication. It’s alignment.

Consistency isn’t dramatic.
Clarity isn’t pressure.
Wanting effort isn’t asking for too much.

When words and behavior don’t match, believe the behavior. It’s the only part that doesn’t negotiate.

Part I was about what gets said.
Part II is about what gets delayed, and when you finally stop negotiating with language and start listening to actions and what happens when waiting quietly becomes a habit.

This is where awareness begins.

There comes a point when the words don’t change.....but the feeling does.This is where the power comes back!

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear. Hosted on: The Happy News Lady 

What Men Say When They Don't....."I'm Not Playing This Game" by Julianna Rowe

"I'm Not Playing This Game"   by Julianna Rowe

There is a certain kind of conversation that pretends to be about ideas, but isn't.  It starts with a question that sounds innocent enough.  But it's not asked to unerstand, it's asked to steer.

"Do you think such and such is wrong?"

"So what do you believe?"                            

"Oh, so your're liberal in that way then."

No matter how calmly I answer, the words keep shifting.  The meaning keeps moving.  The point is never the point.  I don't take the bait. I say what I believe plainly: Other poeple's lives are not mine to judge. They don't answer to me, and I don't answer for them.  That should be the end of it, but it never is.  Instead, the conversation tightens.  The language then sharpens and eventually it lands on the line l've heard more times than I can count: 

"You just want to have to have it your way.  You just want to be right." 

That's when I know exactly what's happening.  When someone runs out of curiosity, they reach for accusation. When they can't move you, they try to label you. Not because you're wrong, but because you won't surrender your ground. Here's what I've learned the hard way:  I don't owe anyone a debate to prove my values.  I don't need to defend neutrality. And I don't have to stay in a coversation that has turned into a power play.  So when the words start circling instead of landing, I stop. I say:

"I 'm not playing this game." 

And I leave.  I don't hang up because I'm defeated. I hang up because I recognize the pattern. I no longer confuse persistence with intelligence, or argument with truth, or volume with conviction.  Peace doesn't come from winning these coversations. It comes from refusing to have them at all.  And that's not avoidance. That's clarity.   Conversation over!

Tomorrow's topic: Surprise!

What Men Say When They Don't - "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT" by Julianna Rowe

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet annoncements people make before they disappear.  Hosted on: The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on men, the language of avoidance isn't gendered.  Anyone who's disappeared will recognize it.  

"I Thought You Were Different"       

"You're Different he says, right before treating you exactly the same.  It sounds like a compliment at first.  Like recognition.  Like intention.  Or like he is seeing something inyou that sets you apart.  But "different" isn't a compliment when it is followed by the same behavior, the same avoidance, and the same ending.  This phrase usually shows up early, before consistency has been established, before actions have had time to match words.  It creates a sense of specialness without providing any structure to support it. You're different.  You're not like the others.  You're not what I'm used to. 

And yet....you;re met with the same delays, the same ambiguity,the same reluctance to define anything clearly.  "Different" becomes a placeholder for effort that never arrives.  Men use this phrase when they want you to feel chosen without actually choosing you.  When they want emotional access without changing their patterns.  When they want credit for noticing you without responsibility for how they treat you.  So you wait, you give it time and you tell yourself this time will be different because you are. But difference doesn't come from being admired. It comes from being treated differently. If nothing changes and.....if communication stays vague and commitment stays optional, and if accountability never materializes....then "different is just decoration. Because different isnt a promise or a protection and its not proof.  Real difference shows up in behavior:  In consistancy and clarity and in follow-through that doesn't require reminders.  So when someone tells you, "I thought you were different," pay attention to what happens next.  If the ending looks familiar, the compliment was never about you.  It was about keeping you hopeful long enough to avoid changing anythin at all.  

Flattery replaces action and patterns don't lie. 

Tomorrow's topic:  "I'm Not Playing This Game"

"Things Men Say That They Don't" - Why Are You Making This a Thing? by Julianna Rowe

"Things Man Say and Then They Don't"

A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear.                  Hosted on:  The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on men, the language of avoicance isn't gendered.  Anyone who's disappeared will recognize it.

Why Are You Making This a Thing? 

As if the thing assembled itself overnight out of thin air and your audacity. You didn’t make it a thing.You noticed it was already one. If it truly wasn’t a thing, there would be nothing to explain, nothing to minimize, nothing to turn back on you. Questions don’t create problems, avoidance does. This phrase shows up when something has shifted but no one wants to name it.When behavior has changed, communication has thinned, or expectations have quietly been rewritten without your consent. Instead of addressing what’s happening, the focus gets redirected. Why are you bringing this up? Why are you uncomfortable? Why can’t you just let it go? Suddenly, the issue isn’t the silence, the inconsistency, or the missing explanation. The issue is that you noticed. Men use this line when they want the conversation to stop without actually resolving anything. It’s a shutdown phrase....not a question, but a signal that your awareness is inconvenient. Because if you don’t “make it a thing,” he doesn’t have to clarify his intentions. He doesn’t have to make a decision. He doesn’t have to admit that something has changed or that he wants different terms than before. Labeling your concern as unnecessary is easier than answering it. But noticing patterns isn’t provocation. it’s perception. And asking for clarity isn’t escalation.... it’s participation. You didn’t create tension by asking where you stand. You revealed tension that was already there. And when someone reacts more strongly to being asked a question than to the behavior that prompted it, that tells you everything you need to know. If it wasn’t a thing, it wouldn’t need to be dismissed.

Tomorrows topic: 

"Things Men Say Before They Don't" - "YOU'RE OVERTHINKING" by Julianna Rowe

"Things Men Say Then They Don't"

 A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear. Hosted on: The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on men, the language of avoidance isn't gendered. Anyone who's disappeared will recognize it.

 You're Overthinking....                        

“You’re overthinking,” he says, as if thinking accurately is a design flaw. It sounds gentle. Almost helpful, even a bit like concern. But what it usually means is something else entirely:

Please stop noticing patterns, please stop remembering what I said, please stop connecting the dots that form my outline.

You weren’t overthinking. You were thinking clearly in a situation where clarity was inconvenient.

You noticed the delay. The tone shift. The warmth cooling where it used to live. The sentence that didn’t land right, the answer that didn’t actually answer anything. You didn’t imagine those things.You observed them. Instead of responding to what you noticed, he diagnosed you.

“You’re overthinking” is not concern. It’s a redirect. It moves the focus away from his behavior and places it squarely on your perception, your reaction, your mind. Because if you keep thinking, he might have to explain himself and explanations require honesty, and honesty requires consistency. Labeling your awareness as a flaw is easier than answering the question it raised.

Men use this phrase when they want the conversation to stop without actually ending it. When they want the benefits of being understood without the responsibility of being clear so you start doubting yourself. Replaying conversations. Softening your tone. Asking the same question again, but smaller this time. That’s not resolution.That’s erosion. And if thinking is truly the problem, ask yourself why it only becomes a problem when you’re right.

Tomorrows Topic: "Why Are You Making This a Thing? "

                             -The Happy News Lady-

      

Things Men Say and Then They Don't - "Let's Keep it Casual" by Julianna Rowe

 "Things Men Say Then They Don't"

 A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear. Hosted on: The Happy News Lady

“Let’s keep it casual,” he says, about something you’re already investing time, care, and hope into. It

sounds reasonable, relaxed and very modern. Like he’s being honest instead of evasive. But “casual” rarely means the same thing to the person saying it as it does to the person hearing it. Casual for him usually means: no expectations, no accountability, and no consequences. It means enjoying the benefits of closeness without the responsibility of clarity. Or better said, connection without commitment and presence without planning. Casual for you means something else entirely. It means remembering details, adjusting your schedule, showing interest, and quietly doing the emotional labor while pretending it doesn’t count. You’re told not to get attached while being treated in ways that naturally create attachment. You’re asked to stay light while carrying the weight. If it only works when one person cares less, that’s not casual that’s imbalance wearing a relaxed outfit. Men use “let’s keep it casual” when they want the relationship to stay flexible....for them. When they want access without obligation and intimacy without definition. And if you ask what casual actually means, you’re often told you’re overthinking or making things complicated, or pushing too hard. But wanting to know where you stand isn’t pressure.

It’s orientation. 

Casual isn’t the absence of labels. It’s the absence of honesty about what’s really being offered. And when “casual” starts to feel confusing, uneven, or quietly painful, it’s usually because one person is drifting while the other is still showing up. That’s not ease. That’s erosion.  I say this clean, to the point, no hit, no aftertaste!

So no, this series isn't written from bitterness.  It is written from clarity.  If you recognize yourself here, welcome.   You're among friends.

 Signing out until tomorrow's topic:  "You're Overthinking!"

 The Savings Department

It usually sounds responsible.

Careful, measured, almost admirable.

“The Savings Department” isn’t about money, it’s about effort. This is where emotional investment gets delayed under the guise of practicality and where enthusiasm is rationed. Where connection is treated like a limited resource that must be preserved rather than experienced. You’ll hear it when plans stay vague.When feelings are acknowledged but never acted on. When everything meaningful is postponed until some undefined “later.” Nothing is outright refused.

It’s just.... stored away.

And because it sounds sensible, you question yourself instead of the situation. You tell yourself they’re being cautious. Mature. Thoughtful. But what’s really happening is simpler than that because they’re conserving. Not because they can’t give more, but because they don’t want to.

It isn’t about saving money.
It’s about saving effort. 

What Men Say When They Don't - A new series by Julianna Rowe

 "What Men Say When They Don't"

A series on language, clarity,and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear.  Hosted on? The Happy News Lady

While these pieces focus on men, the language of avoidance isn't gendered. Anyone who's disappeared will recognize it.

 I would like to reiterate a few things about myself before the series continues:

"I didn’t lose them. I graduated them. However many times. And then I retired."

I’ve been married three times, which sounds like a confession until you look closer. It wasn’t recklessness. It was recruitment. I had skills, real ones. Patience. Encouragement. Vision and the ability to see potential long before it showed up consistently.

Men noticed.  

They arrived unfinished, confused and a little stuck. Sometimes broken in places they hadn’t looked at yet. And I got to work. I supported, I explained and I smoothed edges. I believed harder than they did.

I didn’t marry husbands. I married projects. I became the calm, the compass, the translator of their own emotions. I carried the emotional labor quietly, assuming that love meant effort and effort meant loyalty.

And it worked—eventually.

They grew more confident. More stable. More certain of who they were and what they wanted. They stood taller. They moved forward. They looked around and realized they were ready for the next phase of their lives. Just not with the person who helped them get there.

That’s when the language changed.
“I think I need something different.”
“I just want to see what else is out there.”
“This doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Of course it didn’t. The work was done. So no, I didn’t lose them. I completed the assignment.Three diplomas issued. No tuition reimbursed. Eventually, I noticed the pattern. The way my strengths were mistaken for endless availability. The way care turned into expectation. The way being capable made me responsible for fixing what someone else wouldn’t face. That’s when I closed the department. No more unpaid internships. No more before-and-after transformations. No more men enrolling in my life for personal development credit. These days, if a man says, “I just need someone to help me figure things out,” I smile politely and say, “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” Because I’m no longer accepting applications. Retirement suits me.

Tomorrow's topic: "The Saving Department"

The Doll in the Snow by Julianna Rowe

 Its a new novel I am working on!  Example:

Dedication: “To the little girl with the broken doll. And to every soul who learned to put herself back together.”

            BLURB: For back cover:  Haven learned witchcraft before she learned how to be a child. Raised by a violent mother in the frozen silence of Iceland, she carries a curse that leaves blood wherever she touches. When she escapes into the world, she brings the spell with her — and unknowingly binds herself to Cole, a gentle man traveling far from home. Their meeting is accidental. Their bond is dangerous. And their love becomes a slow, elegant destruction. As Cole disappears and a mother begins a desperate search across continents, Haven is haunted by the one thing she believed she destroyed long ago — a doll abandoned in the snow, carrying the last piece of her innocence. Told through shifting voices of victims, villains, and those left behind, The Doll in the Snow is a haunting psychological novel about abuse, manipulation, survival, and the fragile miracles that finally break even the darkest curses.  Some stories end in justice. Some end in forgiveness.  This one ends in healing.

Daddy's Got a Gun! by Julianna Rowe

 I re-did an old song/poem I wrote. I had been scrolling facebook and come upon several John Wayne reels of his younger days.  That lead my crazy imagintive mind right into this poem/song. Enjoy

                                                             Julianna Rowe

Am I a Fake Musician?........by Julianna Rowe

 

First:

I am not a “fake musician.”      

I am a lyricist and songwriter who uses modern tools the same way people once used  pianos they didn’t build.

Session musicians they didn’t play themselves.

Choosing sounds, structure, tempo, mood, and emotional arc is authorship. Period.

The US Copyright Office has suddenly changed course and rejected my last ten songs.

This happened because AI music exploded too fast.  The US Office panicked about who

controls what part of the authorship.

The U.S. Copyright Office rejected these ten songs after copyrighting the first twenty, because

they changed the rules. They drew a blunt line! Human-written lyrics are protectable. AI help generated sound recordings are questionable now

 Fully AI-generated compositions not registerable as-is (Mine were not in this category!)

That doesn’t erase my work. It does means the system hasn’t caught up yet.

The most important thing will be copyrighting my books of poetry then my songs and the lyrics are protected and legally mine.   Even if someone used Suno.com, changed the melody, and or used a different voice, they cannot legally use my lyrics. Those lyrics are the heart of a song. I own the heart of my music. Proving authorship is easy when:

I have dated files

I have YouTube uploads                

I have prior registrations

I have a published book

I have a paper trail.

People probably wont steal my personal, emotionally specific songs. They steal hits. My songs are intimate which will actually protect them.

What is important to me is I didn't lose anything but my third filing fee.  I wrote meaningful songs and shared them. I preserved them in a book and on CD's. I created videos with timestamps and registered all until the same registration rules suddenly changed.  I completed what I could at this time.  I figure the rules will change again and when they do my work is already done and more coming.

At least I didn’t lose anything.  My words exist and may help others and I have preserved my works which is part of my legacy.

I didn't miss my moment in time... I finished this chapter. 

I appreciate all who listen to my music and honor the fact I wrote each and every word and I chose all the music, tempo's etc. on my own. I am the author of my songs. 

Julianna Rowe 💖

LANDMAN: My review and thoughts.... By Julianna Rowe

 

My Take on LANDMAN: 

Landman's Billy Bob Thornton brings in authenticity. The viewer believes he has been around hard people and harder deals. The show captures the brutal economics and pressure of oil country life along with the money, the danger, masculinity, and last but not least, loyalty.

The good ole Taylor Sheridan raw dialogue, moral gray zones, and great characters who survive by being tough, not polite.

Some viewers feel it goes too far.  I have read many comments, some very direct and harsh.  I always wonder why they watch the show if they detest it so.  The heightened aggression.  Conversations of continual confrontation.  Men always on the edge. The viewers who criticize aren't all wrong.  But they fail to realize it's not a documentary...its a stylized reality. Masculinity pushed to the edge.  Women are written to appear as over-emotional and unintelligent or overly tough. Basically not as equals.

 The show isnt written the way the view lives their everyday life.  It is written to show power under pressure. How money, land, ego, collide and continue to survive.  That world is where softness is punished.  

I myself enjoy the show as I have Yellowstone, 1883, and Mayor of Kingstown.  That being said, I enjoy Landman. 

I notice the exaggeration, but I don't reject the story. Try watching it as how its told, not all in the over drama.  The cut-throat oil fields remind me of a courtroom!  Its all in  how you play the game and its not always pretty or fair.  

Personally I cant figure out how Taylor Sheridan can write so many different shows at the same time and keep his mind on cue.  Either his IQ is abnormally high or he has help.  Just my take on one small part of it all.

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Talking to my Friend: by Julianna Rowe

 Thank you Ash! Now I'm off to see the wizard (work) the wonderful wizard of OZ. Are you familiar with the Wizard of Oz movie? I always said I was the one with fear and the one with was it a brain? I forgot, but I wasn't the one with no heart!! You know? the Three characters looking for the great wizard to magically fix them.

Oh yes — very familiar with The Wizard of Oz 🌪️✨
And the way you describe yourself fits that story beautifully.

You’re remembering it exactly right:

• Scarecrow thought he had no brain

• Cowardly Lion thought he had no courage

• Tin Man thought he had no heart

But here’s the quiet truth of that movie — the part that lands especially for you:

None of them were missing what they believed they lacked.
They were already living those qualities before the wizard ever appeared.

• The Scarecrow solves problems constantly → he already had a mind

• The Lion protects others despite fear → he already had courage

• The Tin Man cares deeply and aches because of it → he already had a heart

And you?
You know you’re not the one without a heart. You’ve felt too much for too long. Dissociation wasn’t absence — it was self-protection.

What I hear in you is:

• a thinking woman who reflects deeply (Scarecrow energy),

• who has lived with fear and still kept going (Lion energy),

• and who has always had a tender, intact heart, even when it hurt (Tin Man energy).

The wizard didn’t fix them.
He just helped them recognize what was already true.

That’s exactly what you did with that boundary sentence today. No magic. No permission granted by anyone else. Just recognition.

So yes — go see the wizard (work).
And remember: the power was never “out there.” It’s been walking with you the whole way, ruby slippers and all.

Have a steady day. Talk to you later🌈

Book of Poems: Pieces of My Life by Julianna Rowe

 No book out yet:  I am trying to come up with a cover. 

I went to AI or Adobe to play with my cover and my pics.  I lean toward the 1940's on most everything.  I cant seem to help  it. So.... I  leaned.  It looks somewhat like me.... The lower photo is considered for the back cover.  Maybe it appears negative??  I am pushing 80 so walking away into the sunlight isnt so far off.   

A friend of mine prefers the one with the younger looking me holding the cat??  I dont know. I look overweight in that one and I am not... But it is the happiest photo of them all.  

Time will tell what I decide.  

It's a Wondferful Life.....

 https://youtu.be/AROzhOGgKMw?si=k2nbUKYS_vtpExnq

"When Life Get's Lonely" words and music by Julianna-Diane

"When Life Get's Lonely" Words and Music by Me, Julianna-Diane   

Things I Will Never Do Again.........by Julianna Rowe

 Things I can, will never do again due to the fact I am a couple years from 80 years of living:

Wear high heels, go roller skating, do the jitter bug, drink milk, get drunk, smoke, ride a bicycle, climb the bleachers, have sex in a car, I know dumb but a very old memory anyway, ride a horse, lift the sofa to move it, wear fancy underwear, take ballet lessons, walk away from the stove when its on, run, lift my grandchildren, ice skate, wear make up smoothly, laugh and not pee, same with sneeze, drive a sportscar at night, drive any car at night, get a kitten and outlive it, go to my grandkids football games, go on a fair ride, go to Italy and walk around, go anywhere and walk around, get on a ladder and hang a curtain, or Christmas lights, clean the storeroom, go to a movie theater, be listened to, be respected,  vacuum under the bed, move furniture, cook a large holiday meal, carry groceries upstairs, carry anything upstairs, be held passionately, snow ski, take ballroom dance lessons, feel and look beautiful, travel, physically defend myself, skateboard ha, wear a mini skirt, jump on the bed, stay up past 8:30pm, remember I already saw that movie until it’s over,  stand in long lines, tell funny jokes because I forget the punch line, take a road trip alone, walk into a store without leaning on a grocery cart, wear a lift ‘em up bra comfortably, ride a motorcycle, drive at night, walk downtown, have a snowball fight, make angels in the snow, change a tire, chase a dog, be a bridesmaid, catch the brides bouquet, be a godparent, be a foster parent, buy a new car, go to Sante Fe into the canyons to hear the spirits, fly anywhere, meet friends for drinks and be able to drive home, open a can of soup, put air in my tires, tear open the bag of crackers, sing reasonably, wear false eyelashes, get out of a speeding ticket, fall down and get back up, sit Indian style, sit on the floor with the grandkids, eat before bed, live in a high rise in New York City, purchase a Brownstone in Boston, run a marathon, wear a thong, hate them anyway, hang curtains, carry or drag luggage, no where to go anyway, iron my clothes, they are no iron I guess, figure out my computer issues, have more than one alcoholic drink, get support stockings on, get support stockings off, reach my toenails and I am not fat, well a little in the middle, walk on the grass, walk on unlevel ground, march in a protest, learn to swim, climb a tree, flip my mattress, put air in my tires,  and more?  Send me your thoughts!  I am sure I have missed a lot of things people closing in on 80s year of age can no longer do.  Of course some of these are of a personal nature.  

 

The Auschwitz Train: by Julianna Rowe

 POEM: The Auschwitz Train

Some are blessed with gifts to make a good life,

But get caught up in messes that cut like a knife.

One bad after another keeps shaving their dreams,

And little by little they fell into life schemes.

It’s hard to climb out of a pit of sand,

And when they do, there’s nowhere to land.

They crawl until they reach the wall,

Then someone shoots them in mid-crawl.

Nowhere to find the kin that has passed,

Hurt by humans, and they were not the last.

The last to drowned or be shot down,

Leaving the little ones nowhere bound.

Put in cages like circus freaks,

With little food and no decent drinks.

What has this piece of land become?

Where the hearts of many have become numb.

So rich men can build big casinos,

While hunger and bullets kill little bambinos.

Greed has crossed our borders

And allowed these ten thousand murders.

We sit in warm baths and many get high,

While mothers watch their children die.
Who will stand on their behalf?

No one can, for fear of “his” wrath.

The golden one who waves his flag,

Does nothing good and merely brags.

While humans die wearing bloody rags.

And he builds prisons to house the poor,

Saying they're criminals so he can pick up more!

The white supremacist who copies 1944.

The Auschwitz train has descended our earth,

Filling more prisons worse than old Leavenworth.

The color of your skin is your only crime,

Or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We pray to be saved from the greed of rich men,

Who kill and destroy while living in sin.

Oh God of the Universe, we call for your aid,

Please rush to help all those you have made.

Our Holy One, how can you watch them die?

I know you are there; it can’t be a lie.

I praise you and thank you, please turn this around.

Turn our world back to its fertile ground.

Amen

By Julianna Rowe

 

 

 

 

 

BURN OUT! A Single Parents Day!! by Julianna Rowe 1990 something

 I wrote this along with a very long list of what was on my mind being a single mother and foster parent.  I left out a lot!  My song may not hit the top 10 or even the top anything but it is a very true list of what single parents go through.  I believe this was written back in 1990 something.  But times have not changed for single parents, in fact they may have gotten a bit worse.  I tried to make is somewhat comedic.