The Village

When my first nephew Jordan was turning one, I went to Toys R Us to buy him a present. Bill and I planned to give him a savings bond, but I wanted to bring something he could play with, too. So I went to the 12-month-old section and chose...

An Abundance of Coincidence

So I have a book launching soon. Like in less than two weeks. And you might’ve heard about it once or fifty times because I keep sharing updates on Facebook. And Twitter. And this blog. And Instagram. And my newsletter. And OHMYGOSHHOWSICKOFMEAREYOU? It should be a hashtag. #toomuchjulie (But please don’t make...

A Modest (Writing) Proposal

              Here’s a common-sense mantra for writers: Before you do anything else, Write Today First. In theory, it’s a pretty great goal but the acronym tells a different story: W.T.F. Sometimes, despite good intentions, our hearts simply will not settle. My mind (not to...

Over The River

It was not merely a house. Grandma and Grandpa had a four-bedroom, two and-a-half bath residence in West Covina, California, but the structure itself was not what made the house special. What was inside the house – the people, the possessions, the memories – made visiting Grandma and Grandpa’s...