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.
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
You don’t usually wake up one morning and think, Today I will wrestle with mulch, sweat, and a wheelbarrow that clearly resents me. And yet—here we are. Knees in the dirt. Debating edging. Hauling stones that seemed so much smaller at the garden center. Hiring help for the
I have a confession. I laughed out loud last Tuesday. Really laughed. The kind that sneaks up on you and arrives without permission and is frankly a little undignified. And for approximately four seconds afterward, I felt guilty about it. Because Tuesday was also the day I had read three
There is a certain kind of whisper in our culture right now that says we should all be exactly the same. Same access. Same outcomes. Same opinions. Same beige, agreeable, non-threatening middle. It’s very democratic. Very fair. Very… dull. And I’m beginning to suspect that in our
Yes, I took this from Facebook. Please enjoy! 😀 Atlantic Records made billions from his songs. He grew up in a house full of heroin addicts and was homeless by 15. A kid raised by junkies and beatniks in Greenwich Village became the most prolific hitmaker in modern music history. Nile
I went to an Easter egg hunt on Sunday. Now, I need to begin by saying that I do not attend Easter egg hunts lightly. I carry with me a long and distinguished history of Easter-related trauma. My memories include small children being trampled like bargain shoppers on Black
There was a time—not long ago—when parents told their children, “You can be anything you want to be.” Doctor. Lawyer. Teacher. Architect. Now, in our more technologically evolved and spiritually exhausted era, the guidance has become more streamlined: “You can be anything you want to be… as long
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from arguing with people who are not arguing in good faith. You know it. You’ve felt it. The circular conversations. The shifting goalposts. The shrugging dismissal of facts that would have shattered your worldview if the roles were reversed. You
There is something about this stretch of days that asks a little more of us. Good Friday does not rush. It does not distract. It does not offer easy answers or quick comfort. It sits with us in the quiet, in the weight of things, in the recognition that life—