Julie’s Journal

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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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A Class Act

A Class Act

Luke leaned over and whispered, “You get the medal, not me, OK?”

We had been sitting at a banquet table for about two hours, watching as nervous book authors waited for their category to be called and to learn if they’d won an award…

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Seeing Zoe

Seeing Zoe

She was much taller than I expected. With the thinness of an athlete, a runner’s build. But she still had the freckles I remembered when I first started writing about her, and that same porcelain-doll skin. I also recognized that serious, almost introspective look that surfaced whenever she put her hands on Rikki.

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