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Category Archives: Hard Things
By Julie | Published: April 13, 2013
Please be especially nice to us Minnesotans right now. Yes, we might be a little extra crabby lately. Or confused. Disoriented. We might wander off in the middle of a sentence now and then. We might be downright whiny. But that's because here we are...
By Julie | Published: April 7, 2013
It's all enough to make this first-born, type-A, straight-A, single-momming, self-employed girl want to hole up, buckle down and take care of things. Make things better. Fix things. Soothe things. Prevent things. Get things done. Check things off the list. All while clenching her fists and holding her breath until maybe, someday, the list will be a little less long and the needs a little lighter.
By Julie | Published: March 29, 2013
Some days, life feels like one big black gnarly mess. When the things we care most desperately about the things we thought were most true and real go dark cave in spin out sink into the black abyss get nailed to a cross. Some days, it’s just harder to see the hope. Especially when this [...]
By Julie | Published: March 19, 2013
Those of you who know me well know that, with me, things are very rarely all this, or all that. If you ask me how I am, I might not ever respond with “Fabulous!!!” because, although I may be feeling somewhat “fabulous,” I probably also have a hint of “slightly frustrated,” or ”hungry,” or “confused,” or just [...]
By Julie | Published: January 24, 2013
Somewhere back toward the beginning of this blogging journey, I typed up a post about the specific kind of journal (and pen) that I was loving most at the time. Three years and six journals later, that opinion hasn’t changed. Although a lot of other things have. Particularly, the things filling those journals. Thank God. [...]
By Julie | Published: January 13, 2013
When you’ve had a week filled with vivid reminders about just how much of life you have absolutely no control over it can be therapeutic to find a place where you do have some control even if it means that after an hour or two on your knees you’ve only changed the color of three rows of kitchen tiles and you [...]
By Julie | Published: December 12, 2012
If I began to tell you all the things that the number twelve means to me, and all the crazy, crazy, crazy stories I have around this number colliding with my life in just plain flat-out insane and lightning-bolt-from-heaven ways (CRAZY, I tell you), it would quickly turn into a book. And maybe, someday, it [...]
By Julie | Published: November 10, 2012
The painting that hangs in our living room, above the mail and the keys, is an unfinished watercolor that I found rolled up and buried deep in the basement of an estate sale. It had no frame and no name. It cost me about 25 cents. There were other paintings and sketches in the pile [...]
By Julie | Published: November 2, 2012
Wow, what a week. On Monday, I was overwhelmed by the personal stories of the world crashing in on so many fellow Americans—along with the wind and waves and fire and Hurricane Sandy. Americans who, days earlier, had been walking through their everyday ordinary, plain-jane lives, never suspecting the great losses that were just around the corner. Because we never do.