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 witnessed by Julie at the 69th running of the Indy 500 There are a few things you expect to see at the Indy 500: tire smoke, shirtless men slathered in questionable SPF, a sea of checkered flags, and at least three different kinds of deviled eggs before noon. What
With his latest deranged outburst disguised as a “holiday message,” Donald Trump once again desecrated a solemn American occasion. And no, it wasn’t spontaneous. It was deliberate. It always is. After watching this grotesque pattern repeat enough times, I think I finally understand the cynical political arithmetic he’s
Dear West Point Class of 2025, You deserved better. You deserved a ceremony that was about you. About your sacrifice, your discipline, your grit, and your unwavering commitment to country and service. Instead, you were handed a lecture on “trophy wives,” a crass punchline from a man who seems to
It’s Memorial Day. And no, it’s not just the unofficial start of summer, a mattress sale extravaganza, or a reason to overcook burgers in your neighbor’s questionable grill. It’s the day we pause — or at least should pause — to remember the men and women who gave
Well folks, it’s Race Day Sunday and YES, this is my 69th Indy 500 — and YES, I will be saying that fact all day long until someone hands me a plaque or at least a deviled egg with a sparkler in it. You only live once, and sometimes, you
Welcome to the final Saturday in May — that magical moment when the garden is out of control, your stress levels are tied to the performance of men in shorts, and you’re still trying to emotionally rebound from the other guy in shorts — Felon 47 — who somehow hasn’t yet
In case you’ve been too busy paying $6.79 for a bag of grapes to notice, the U.S. economy is doing that hilarious little trick again where the numbers look shiny—but somehow your wallet feels emptier than your hope on tax day. And yes, I have thoughts.
The bond market doesn’t like Trump’s “big beautiful bill” for the same reason your accountant doesn’t like it when you max out your credit cards to throw yourself a going-away party you can’t afford: it reeks of fiscal recklessness. Here’s why the bond market is
Habeas Schmabeas—Just Deport ’Em All, Right? Dear Friends in the Resistance (and accidental subscribers from South Dakota), This week, in our ongoing series “The Collapse of Competence: Live from the Trump Regime,” we bring you Kristi Noem—Governor, dog executioner, and now Secretary of Homeland Security—struggling heroically to
Economics is a favorite topic of mine. Let’s Talk About What That Downgrade Really Means—And Who Pays for All This. On Friday, Moody’s stripped the United States of its last perfect Aaa credit rating—something we’ve held since 1917. It’s more than a symbolic slap.
Dear Friends, You might not know it by name, but sacred geometry is something you’ve been in relationship with your entire life. It’s there in the petals of a rose, the swirl of a seashell, the curve of a river, and even in the pattern of a pinecone
Well, folks. Grab your calculators and throw them directly into a bonfire, because apparently math is canceled under Trump’s economic policy. This week, in what I can only describe as a masterclass in economic delusion, Donald J. Trump suggested that Walmart—you know, that mom-and-pop startup valued at $500