I’m Julie and I like to write about shit that happened, or might happen, or could never happen, or I wish would happen.
I have many people I call “friends,” because it’s easier than describing them as “people I’ve heard of.”
But I also have friends. Real ones.
And a family: my mother is Juanita. My Dad is my Dad. And my brother is Brother, just so we’re clear.
And a very understanding boyfriend about whom I’m pretty crazy, but not-crazy-crazy, though he might be crazy-crazy for putting up with me.
Thanks for reading. Tell your “friends.”