My newsletter today is a potpourri of scrolling on Instagram: Mood - scary stuff in our country, NFL and tomorrow‘s college football playoff.
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GO IU! FUCK ICE! Humor to keep me from mental health meds..but who knows what the future brings. No judgement!
Be safe! FIND some goodness somewhere…
Thanks for your time! I appreciate ya!
Julie Bolejack, MBA
Hello readers! Some truths take a long time to land, not because they are complicated, but because they are inconvenient. Black History Month invites us to sit with those truths without rushing to soften them. It asks us to remember that history is not a story we tell about the
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I don’t know about you, but January felt both fast and endless. Like we were holding our breath while still being asked to keep moving. That’s a strange way to begin a year. So I want to pause for a moment and ask a real question, not a
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