Julie explores life with curiosity, creativity, and connection. I share observations with humor, offering perspective on the world and how it shapes us—lightening life’s complexities along the way.
As I continue writing my books, I find myself learning far more than I ever expected — not only about the world around me, but about myself. Writing has become a form of excavation. Sometimes I begin with an idea I want to explore, only to discover that beneath it are
People sometimes assume writing was a dramatic pivot from my corporate life. As though one day I stepped out of conference rooms and spreadsheets and suddenly discovered creativity waiting for me somewhere in the distance. But the truth is much simpler than that. I’ve always been creative. Creativity just
There is a question I heard recently that has stayed with me. If one group truly believes itself superior… why must it work so hard to restrict another group? It is not a comfortable question. But history rarely is. Because when we look honestly at American history, we find a
I want to ask you something and I need you to answer honestly. When was the last time you had a conversation that went absolutely nowhere? Not a networking conversation. Not a productive exchange. Not a discussion with clear takeaways and actionable next steps and a tidy resolution that made
Friday Before Mother’s Day — A Real Conversation About What We Carry There’s something about the days leading up to Mother’s Day that makes us pause. Not the commercial version. Not the flowers and brunch reservations. The quieter version. The one where memories come forward uninvited. Where we
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from doing too much. It comes from feeling too much. The noise. The outrage. The constant pull to stay informed, react, respond, stay vigilant. I live there too. Every day. And yet—somewhere alongside all of that—I’ve
There are seasons when life asks very little of us. And then there are seasons—like this one—where it quietly asks for discernment. Not reinvention. Not urgency. Just… better choices. I’ve been thinking lately about quality of life. Not the glossy version. Not the curated version. The real
Something happened to me last week. Nothing dramatic. No revelation. No crisis. No moment that would make the opening scene of a film about a woman who finally figures it out. Just this: I was walking outside and I stopped. Not because I had to. Not because my phone died
There is a particular kind of silence that only arrives when the television is off. Not muted. Not “on in the background.”Off. The phone is face down. Notifications quiet. The house settles into itself again. And in that space—something almost forgotten happens. You begin to think. Not react.
There was fear at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. Real fear. A moment where people dropped whatever they were holding and asked themselves a question no one should have to ask at a dinner in the United States of America: Is this how it ends? And yes—thankfully, no one
There is a familiar rhythm to election seasons in this country. Not a melody, exactly. More like a drumbeat. Predictable. Repetitive. Designed not to inspire, but to unsettle. You can hear it now if you listen closely. Not what we will do. But what they will do. Not what we
There are voices that narrate the world. And then there are voices that help us remember we belong to it. David Attenborough has spent more than seven decades doing something deceptively simple: he has shown us the Earth. Not as a backdrop. Not as scenery. But as a living, breathing