Julie’s Journal | Friday, October 23, 2026 There are two words that have been occupying an increasingly large space in my mind. Moral depravity. Not political disagreement. Not differences in philosophy. Not competing visions for the future of this country. Moral depravity. I find myself returning to those words almost
Interrupting my morning coffee to tell you something that you probably did not know, maybe you don’t wanna know…here goes.. I’m going to write about something today that may make a few people uncomfortable. Good. Sometimes discomfort is exactly what we need, particularly when it comes from
An unforgettable evening of fine dining, questionable garnishes, and creative wine service. There are certain dining experiences that stay with you forever. Perhaps it was a spectacular meal overlooking the Mediterranean. Maybe a candlelit dinner in Paris. Or a perfectly prepared steak accompanied by an exceptional glass of wine. And
Julie’s Journal — October 2026 I have a confession to make. I have developed a rather unhealthy fascination with a gray-haired woman who recently gave Donald Trump a double middle-finger salute. Not one finger. TWO. Both hands. Full extension. No ambiguity. No need for a translator, a press
Or, How I Accidentally Became the Other Woman Well, here’s a story I haven’t told in a very long time. And before anybody gets their knickers in a twist, let me make one thing perfectly clear: I did not know the man was married. There. I’ve established
Or: A Brief History of Instruments I Bought but Never Learned to Play I have a confession to make. Over the course of my life, I have purchased a surprising number of musical instruments. Guitars. Keyboards. A mandolin. And, in one particularly spectacular lapse of judgment, a gigantic Moog organ.
I think October may be the most honest month of the year. Spring is full of promises. Summer behaves as though it might go on forever. December distracts us with lights and celebrations and lists of things to do. But October? October tells the truth. Things change. Things end. And
I can’t remember the last time I was truly bored. Not waiting-for-something-to-load bored. Not sitting-in-a-doctor’s-office-and-immediately-reaching-for-my-phone bored. Not standing-in-line-at-the-grocery-store-and-checking-email bored. I mean old-fashioned bored. The
Good morning. If yesterday’s newsletter arrived in your inbox and you thought, Well, Julie is certainly getting an early start on Monday… Nope. I made a mistake. That newsletter was supposed to go out today. Apparently, somewhere between writing it, scheduling it, checking it, changing something, checking it again,
This week, I’ve been revising slides, simplifying my logo, taking walks, visiting France through books and podcasts, and looking at the roses outside my office window. I’ve also been listening to the news and wondering how much more we are expected to absorb without becoming permanently furious. A
By late September, I start looking forward to my morning walks in a different way. The air is cooler now, and I can stay outside a little longer without feeling as though the heat is trying to send me home. I’ve never done especially well in hot weather. These
There is a question I have been thinking about lately, and it is considerably larger than Donald Trump, Republicans, Democrats or the next election. What happens when people no longer trust their government? Not when they disagree with it. Americans have been disagreeing with their government since there was an