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 are public resolutions, and then there are the quiet ones — the ones you don’t announce because you’re not looking for applause, just peace. This is a list of things many of us are gently, lovingly done with: • Explaining ourselves to people committed to misunderstanding • Confusing productivity with
Good morning, and welcome to December 26—the most honest day of the year. This is the day when the decorations are still up, the food is still out, and everyone collectively agrees to stop pretending they have their life together. It’s the holiday after the holiday, which means
Dear Friends, Christmas arrives whether we are ready for it or not. For some, this season glows—wrapped in laughter, familiar traditions, and tables filled with food and people we love. For others, it arrives quietly, or heavily, carrying reminders of loss, change, distance, or simply exhaustion. And for many,
(Or at least French-adjacent) I’ve come to a realization that may shock no one who has ever eaten at my table or listened to me complain about food quality in America. I think I’m French. Not passport French. More… spiritually French. Emotionally French. Judgy-about-butter French. You know all
Some days don’t need commentary, lessons, or perspective. They need one honest sentence: Take care of yourself. Not in the bubble-bath, inspirational-poster sense. In the practical, adult, this-is-a-lot sense. We’re living in a moment where everyone seems to be drafted into constant reaction. There’s always something new
(Or: How My House Entered Witness Protection) There comes a sacred moment every December when you look at your to-do list — the one you created in early November while sipping something warm and aspirational — and realize it was written by a completely different person. A person with energy. Optimism. Time.
Also Known As: The Calm Before the Tinsel Storm Dear Friends, If Christmas were a play (and it is), today would be the dress rehearsal where everyone pretends they’re ready, no one actually is, and someone realizes they bought six boxes of butter but forgot the eggs. Welcome to
1. Declare a “No New Plans” Rule Whatever is already on the calendar stays. Whatever isn’t… politely waits until January. This is not laziness. This is seasonal wisdom. 2. Put on Music That Makes the House Feel Alive Not background music. Commitment music. Holiday jazz, Motown Christmas, French café
Yesterday (or possibly sometime between a court filing and a rage-post at 2:17 a.m.), social media did what social media does best: It mocked power with Photoshop. You may have seen the image floating around — a presidential portrait accompanied by a very… enthusiastic plaque. Not subtle. Not restrained.
Friends, gather round the twinkling lights and half-dead poinsettia, because I bring you shocking seasonal news. The Elf on the Shelf has had enough. Yes. That elf. The smug little snitch in the red felt suit who appears nightly, rearranges your kitchen chairs into a crime scene, and then stares
Let me tell you about my new hobby. It’s called arguing with men on the internet who swear their loneliness has absolutely nothing to do with them. Apparently, it’s feminism’s fault. It’s women’s fault. It’s TikTok’s fault. It’s the economy’s fault.
From Occupy Democrats: BREAKING: Right-wing Christians REVOLT against Trump’s disgusting celebration of Rob Reiner’s tragic murder. The beating heart of MAGA has finally had enough. Donald Trump’s response to the murder of Rob Reiner and his wife didn’t just shock Hollywood—it detonated outrage across the