As I mentioned in my last post, I've been re-reading old blog posts, reminiscing, trying to inspire myself to write regularly again. Tonight I came across a post about a bucket list, and wondered why I never shared the video of me singing with accompaniment, we're gonna call it a band, in a San Francisco… Continue reading Scratch another one off the bucket list: Singing in San Francisco
Have you ever had a dream that you couldn't quite put your finger on? You know there's something you want desperately, but you just can't put your finger on what, so you try everything. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a combination ballerina/teacher/surgeon. I also loved climbing trees and playing sports as much as… Continue reading Do a thing: On random paths & intention
On a summer day in 2013 I decided to grow out my gray hair, and the posts on the topic that followed brought a lot of new visitors to my blog. So now, a few weeks after that fateful day at the Walgreens hair color aisle, I need to come clean. I've been trying to figure… Continue reading A girl’s gotta right to change her mind
I’m afraid and at a loss for words, I remember that a blank page allows me to sort out and express my thoughts in a way I could never verbalize. I write because my life is a book, and my experiences are stories.
Wet, cold days: the price we pay for living in the greatest city, Chicago. We just hold on to reminders of colorful days as we hibernate under warm blankets.
Life and Family I don't remember much about my paternal grandmother, Abuela Julin. I've been told she and my maternal grandmother, Maria, were almost my namesakes. I would've been either Maria Julia or Julia Maria, last name Juliá. But, having been only 7 or younger the last time I saw her, I don't have any memories of… Continue reading The emotional Walk to End Alzheimer’s
The last time that artificial hair color (aside from some pink spray on stuff I used for an event) touched my hair was June of 2013. Sooo.... it's been a year! I've been meaning to write a little something about it. To commemorate the anniversary seemed only right after spending so much of my writing… Continue reading Gray hair don’t care: One year later