The Hardest Post… As goes the publishing world, so goes the blog.

After six years, I’m done. The publishing world has changed, we all know it. So has the world of blogging.

Once upon a time, as recently as 2-3 years ago, a blog was crucial for outreach, for getting to know readers and other authors. Blogging meant putting oneself out there. No more.

Readers find books and authors via other algorithms. Via Amazon and Goodreads and who knows where. There is far less interest in the individual thoughts of individual authors like me.

I’ve loved this blog. It is precious to me. I’ve loved interacting with my readers and my friends. I will miss writing posts and reading your comments. But it’s time to make a change. And change is good. I’ll have more time to write regular old books.

Regular old books… Therein lies the reason I began this blog– to get my books read. Well, you’re reading them. And I thank you.

This blog will become a website. I’ll keep my blog posts archived. You can read them anytime! I plan to include a number of features and I’ll post updates whenever I release a new book.

So ends an era. It’s been fun. You all keep in touch because I would be lost without you. Love, Julia

Why is it when you’ve spent all day making a nice Bolognese

Yummy Bolognese!

Yummy Bolognese!

your husband texts you at 6:30 p.m. to say he has a dinner meeting?


Wait. You know what this means???

Means I get to watch anything I want that is NOT sports! Yeee Hawwww!

Not Sports!

Not Sports!


Schrodinger’s Cockroach and a Jake Update.

While in Los Angeles we stayed at this upscale high rise hotel. Actually it was Newport Beach. Anyway… You all know the story of Schrodinger’s Cat, right?

In a nutshell:

So Sunday morning I hopped out of bed only to step right next to a giant cockroach, or as my grandmother used to say, cock-a-roach. I screamed and jumped back on the bed.



My husband grabbed a shoe and tried with all his might to kill it, but the cockroach slid under a loose piece of carpet which my husband then beat on like a fiend. We were afraid to lift up the piece of carpet so we decided to treat the cockroach like Schrodinger’s Cat. Until that piece of carpet is lifted up the cockroach is both alive and dead and we didn’t want to see it in either state of being.

Now onto happier tidings~

Jake goes for a rebound.

Jake goes for a rebound.

My dog is a basketball idiot savant. I swear it. Last week he began practicing a new skill– throwing the basketball with his forearms.

Jake understands rebounding. For several years now he’s been able to stand on his hind legs and grab the rebound with his front legs, bring the ball to the ground and dribble away.

Last week I watched him stand on his hind legs, catch the ball, and then attempt to throw it out of bounds before his front legs came down to the ground. I did a double-take. No. Way. He could not be doing what he appeared to be doing.

But he was. He practiced all week and now he’s got it nailed. He’s taught himself a new skill. He can now stand on his hind legs, catch the ball between his forearms and then throw the ball over the out-of-bounds barrier before he has to drop down onto his front legs.

Jake is one scary German shepherd dude. Scary. Scary. Scary. I’ll do my best to catch a picture of him doing it. Promise I’ll try. Julia

Between Futbol Games.

Jake in wait mode.

Jake in wait mode.

Didn’t think I’d enjoy the World Cup half as much as I am. Go futbol!

So Jake and I were playing basketball and he broke containment and escaped out of bounds. When I finally got the ball back I threw it into the court. It hit the pole, bounced back out of bounds, off my forehead and back into the court, hit the pole, bounced back out of bounds off my chest and back into the court. Looked kinda like this:

That’s life in Jake’s world!

The #WCWS – Women’s College World Series.

That time of year again. Softball.


There is nothing like women’s softball. The most fun sport ever. I pitched in high school. My daughter played an outstanding catcher and third base. She still plays in a competitive rec league.

She sent me this photo – she’s on the East Coast at the beach with her boyfriend, his brother and another of their relatives:

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My daughter says, “I’m in a roomful of guys watching the College World Series. Great.”

It’s an obsession with me. The television is on from dawn to dusk. I’m glued to the set until the very last out of the #WCWS.

It’s been interesting to watch girls my daughter played with or against on the national stage. However this is the first year we do not personally know any of the participants. By that I mean this is the first season we haven’t encountered them in actual fastpitch softball tournaments or high school games. Dallas Escobedo, of the Arizona State Sun Devils, is the one exception. Oh, yeah, Ellen Renfroe of Tennessee, although we were more familiar with her sister, Ivy.

So, ya’ll have a terrific Monday. Happy barbecues and family time. Love ya’s! Julia