Author Literary Journalism

Julie’s Journal

Thread of Knowing

Thread of Knowing

The entire surface, about ten feet across and two feet deep, was covered – giving it the appearance of a public library used book sale. A stark contrast to Mom’s purpose for the space, as a buffet to serve our supersized family delicious meats, casseroles and salad.



Returning to the Birthing Place

Returning to the Birthing Place

My sister Catherine and I were walking along the bumper-to-bumper beach highway and turned onto a road running next to some birthday cake colored cottages. We followed an opening in the trees to a huge sundial, maybe 15 feet tall and 30 feet in diameter. Curious, we looked to where the shadow fell…



Entering the Chaos of Others

Entering the Chaos of Others

The first thing I noticed about the man was his turbulence. He didn’t walk into the store so much as take it over. His presence was like a low voltage force that could ramp up in power without warning.



Coffee with a Canine Moment

Coffee with a Canine Moment

Since Lily Belle was especially good, sacrificing valuable naptime to accompany me, I gave her extra liver treats. Coffee was the only treat her human needed.



Getting Literary

Getting Literary

For as long as I can remember, I have been borderline obsessed with reading. From studying the cereal box as a child, to craning my neck so I could make out messages on billboards. Words are like a combination lock for me, when I hear it click open, I discover…What?



Missing Grendel

Missing Grendel

The 180-pound European Great Dane lumbered into the psychiatric hospital’s recreational area, which looked a lot like an enclosed parking garage. He glanced around briefly at the dozen or so male patients gathered for the therapy visit, then elegantly lowered his horse-sized body to the ground.



In Praise of Indies: They’re Keeping our Art Alive

In Praise of Indies: They’re Keeping our Art Alive

It was one of those soggy Saturdays and, as I stepped out of my vehicle in the city parking garage, a huge drip from a crack in the ceiling hit my forehead. I thought this day would have been better suited for curling up with one of my books instead of talking about them.



Artist Friendships and Sacred Spaces

Artist Friendships and Sacred Spaces

I was at the dinner table with my new Fargo, North Dakota friend and her family, when I looked around at their curious faces. . .They were all characters from my friend’s memoir, So Many Africas, and it was like going back stage on a film set and interviewing the cast.



Historian of the South

Historian of the South

The 86 year old paused when I asked how many books he had written. He looked down at first, then up toward the ceiling as if retrieving that bit of information. Then, with a voice laden with his native Alabama, he answered, “I think it’s 34.”



Remembering Katrina Pets

Remembering Katrina Pets

A series of urgent questions on a late August weekend in 2005 determined the fate of a quarter of a million pets in America. . . . For the third time in six weeks, residents had to ask, “Do we go? Do we stay? What are our options?” Every pet’s life depended on how their people answered.