Even though I graduated law school last May, I have yet to take the bar exam. This is for a number of reasons. I initially postponed the exam in order to take a much-needed break after law school. Then, I had to postpone the exam a second time because my husband had to undergo major…
After I awakened to the possibility that my time in San Francisco could be a life changing experience for the better, I quickly realized a few other things. First of all, no one knew me in San Francisco. This meant that nobody had expectations regarding who I was supposed to be, what I was supposed…
My first two weeks in the halfway house were spent in a miserable state of shock. Every morning, as soon as I opened my eyes and realized where I was, I was overcome by feelings of dread and disgust. “Nope, you’re not in Colorado anymore – you’re living in that San Francisco halfway house with…
The next thing I really remember was being left alone in my room to unpack. The house director, Astrid, had showed me to my bedroom on the second floor and informed me that I would be rooming with a girl named Heather. Beyond her name, I knew nothing about my particular roommate. However, a cursory…
“Well hello! So you made it from Colorado!” the director practically sang to me as she walked briskly from her office into the entryway. “I’m Astrid – the one who spoke to you two weeks ago. I am so glad you are here! Must’ve been some trip! Two days by train?” Astrid’s voice was bizarre…
It was around 6:30 am on a cold morning in early May when my mom and my stepdad Mike took me to the train station in downtown Denver. I was half-asleep on the drive both because of the early hour and because I was trying to block out the reality of my life that morning….
If you happen to have read my two previous blog posts entitled “My Uncontrollable Urge to Fuck with Nextdoor.com Part I” and “My Uncontrollable Urge to Fuck with Nextdoor.com Part II,” then you know I have a hard time behaving like an actual adult on the website Nextdoor.com. To explain, many of the specific neighbors…
“Here kitty, kitty. C’mere! I have some dinner for you!” I sweetly cooed as I dangled fatty pieces of brisket over the cat’s head. I was standing on the front porch of the barbeque restaurant where I had been waiting tables for a few years and attempting to play with the stray orange tabby who…
I have what one might call an unorthodox marriage. My husband is 33 years my senior, which puts him at 70-years-old. He was also one of my law school professors. Oh, and I should not forget to mention, he was my boss for a few years. A marriage characterized by this kind of age and…
Shameaste: noun; a greeting that means “the ridiculousness in me honors the ridiculousness in you.” Hello and shameaste. My name is Julie and I am brand new to the blogging universe. In this introductory post, I would just like to touch upon the spirit of shameaste and a few of the purposes of this blog. Shameaste is a word…
