Ah, December. A month for twinkling lights, warm drinks, and — if you’re Donald J. Trump — casually suggesting that a major American news network should be forced into a hostage sale because it hurt your feelings. Nothing says “Merry Christmas” quite like an aspiring autocrat demanding control over the national
What Russia’s Lost Progress Teaches American Women in 2025 Dear Friends, Some stories echo across continents. Some warnings travel through time. And some lessons arrive wrapped like a gift from history — the kind you open slowly, the paper trembling, because you know what’s inside might change how you
Late-Night Shenanigans, Presidential Delusions & the Sounds of a Mind Unraveling Well friends, pour yourself a cup of courage (or Chardonnay) because the former Guy-With-the-Nuclear-Codes had himself a late-night meltdown so dramatic it could have qualified for an Emmy—if only delusion counted as a performance category. According to him,
🍫 Newsletter: Meet Amaury Guichon — The Sculptor of Sweetness Julie’s Journal | The Mindful Activist in the Kitchen A New Kind of Chocolate Magic My friends, if December has a patron saint of dessert, his name may very well be Amaury Guichon. While the rest of us are out here rolling
Yesterday, when I walked into the Indiana Statehouse to protest the Redistricting scheme that tries—yet again—to silence Hoosier voices, I wasn’t alone. I carried a piece of my mother with me. I wore it intentionally, not as an accessory, but as a quiet act of remembrance. A
A Mindful Activist Newsletter December Edition Opening Reflections: A Warm Welcome to Our Fiery Times December is supposed to be the season of light, peace, mulled wine, and pretending we actually enjoy peppermint-flavored anything. Yet here we are once again navigating a political landscape that feels less Silent Night and
Julie’s Journal – The Mindful Activist Monday Edition Gather ’round, my friends, and let me tell you a story that will make your morning coffee taste just a little more ironic. Before Vladimir Putin perfected the art of shirtless horseback riding and aggressive geopolitical mood swings, Russia—yes, that Russia—
Your Story Matters (Even If No One Ever Reads It) There seems to be a quiet little myth floating around that if you’re going to write, it has to be for someone — for an audience, for social media, for a book deal, for posterity. As if words only matter
A NEW MONTH, A NEW YEAR AHEAD — AND YES, THE BIRTHDAY GIRL HAS ARRIVED “December is proof that endings can be beautiful.” — anonymous but wise “The world softens in winter. Even the sun sleeps in.” — someone poetic “The older I get, the more joy feels like an act of rebellion.
You know, some people talk about “rock bottom” like it’s a place you eventually hit. A limit. A boundary. A moral guardrail. But with Donald J. Trump? Honey, the bottom isn’t just gone — it’s been excavated, bulldozed, and leased out as an underground event venue for hate
Ah yes, friends. Another glorious day in the Land of Freedom™ where “personal responsibility” means you personally must be responsible for patching every pothole in the system while billionaires glide over them in tax-deductible hovercrafts. Today’s topic? Raising the Social Security full-retirement age to 69. Because nothing says “We
Because Nothing Says Peace on Earth Like a Government Mandating Your Holiday Decorations Forwarded this email? Subscribe here before Stephen Miller bans independent thought. Well folks, it’s December — the most wonderful time of the year, unless you’re Stephen Miller, who wakes up every morning thinking, “How can I