November 2016 – Julie Wrote a Book

Hope for You, Me, Us

I hope your turkey wasn’t undercooked. I hope you didn’t give anyone food poisoning. If you did, I hope it wasn't too serious. I hope it wasn't to someone you liked. I hope your pie didn’t burn and I hope you had more than one slice. I hoped you skipped over the green bean casserole and doubled up on the gravy. I hope you didn’t have to do the dishes. If you had to do the dishes, I hope you blasted some groovy music while you did them (I’m fond of The Commitments Soundtrack to accompany dishwashing), and I hope…

Hope is the Thing With Feathers

"True hope dwells on the possible, even when life seems to be a plot written by someone who wants to see how much adversity we can overcome. True hope responds to the real world, to real life; It is an active effort." Walter Anderson photo via Unsplash

In Hiding

"A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people – people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book." E.B. White

Heat Up Your Winter With Jaxon Dawes

That pottery scene in “Ghost” never did a whole lot for me. Sure, Patrick Swayze was pretty to look at, (remind me to tell you about the time I met him, and he kissed me on the cheek, by the way) but the goopy mess all over their hands? Blech. Not sexy at all. I never got why everyone went so crazy over that. But recently I came across a short video on Instagram. A man sat in a dim room, forming a vessel with his hands. He never spoke, but a haunting music played while his hands shaped the…