My name is Julie and I've been writing for personal enjoyment since I first learned to spell and put a pencil to paper. The public side of my writing began in journalism in junior high, high school and then college. As a junior and senior in high school,
+ more bio informationMrs. Allen opens the door to her Kindergarten classroom and instantly her cool, calm smile soothes the raw nerves of the waiting children and their parents, myself included, on that first day. She greets us and tries to quiet the children, a diverse group of four and five year-olds. A petite blonde girl wears her first-day-o... More..
If you plan to take a family vacation in the next year consider a trip to the United States' historical gem, Washington, DC. The mild weather of the fall and spring provides the perfect setting for parents and children to explore the many educational and fun destinations offered in our nation's capital. Listed below are 32 f... More..
Her dad's death nearly three years ago feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. Vivid memories of him still come naturally each day, like the times he taught her to sail a Sunfish or the larger 14-foot Vagabond at the man-made lake near their house, or the day he took her to the USC-UCLA football game and they sa... More..
Turning 40 commands a birthday celebration of some kind, whether an intimate getaway for two, dinner with your spouse, or an over-the-top party for hundreds. Since entering the decade of the Big 4-0, I have witnessed an array of approaches to what should justly be referred to as a rite of passage. Some of my friends host ela... More..
I don't want to... Live the tragic love story, the love that can never be. I don't want to fall madly in love with you all over again only to find it's too late. I don't want to remember touching each other for the first time, again and again. I don't want to kiss like our lips were meant to kiss only each other. I don't wan... More..
My daughter takes the small red-handled shovel from the bucket. Since she is barely two years old, she can only toddle to the brown mound of dirt which she quickly spied from the front door. I watch her from my own mound of brown dirt in the planter next to the garage. Her little hands tightly grip the handle, and I pray to ... More..
Tossing and turning, yet still living and learning, Lost love like slow death, body and soul sweetly burning, Burning the bridges we took decades to build. We've come to a crossroads; our emptiness filled With yearning and passion, but more sadness and woe. There's nothing left for us now and so we let go. How did we arrive ... More..
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