by Jule Kucera | May 11, 2025 | Blog
One morning, sitting up in bed, blue headphones on, I listened to a meditation on self-love. Roxie was in her fuzzy round bed on the floor, waiting for the blue headphones to come off. The meditation was a series of affirmations, the speaker’s voice soothing and...
by Jule Kucera | May 4, 2025 | Blog
Back when I was writing those emails that showed I wasn’t entirely okay, in hindsight, here’s what I believe was going on: I was metamorphosing—being reduced to a globby mess so I could reconfigure. I’d been doing a lot of meditation on self-love, generational trauma,...
by Jule Kucera | Apr 27, 2025 | Blog
Last week, as I wrote my PostScript about the challenge of asking, I tipped my head down as my hand scribbled words into my composition notebook. I didn’t want my writer buddy, who was on a Zoom writing sprint with me, to see my tears. But then I decided I don’t have...
by Jule Kucera | Apr 20, 2025 | Blog
When my morning alarm goes off, I pull myself up to sitting, lean back against my headboard, and grab my phone to begin a meditation. On Sundays, I sometimes first check that my weekly email went out. Sometimes I re-read it, sometimes I don’t. Last Sunday, I read my...
by Jule Kucera | Apr 13, 2025 | Blog
It’s Tuesday. Tonight, Jane Friedman is speaking at The Mercantile Library, and I made cookies for the event. They’re oatmeal-chocolate chip-pecan, in regular and gluten-free versions. If you’d like, here’s the recipe. When I told my mother I was making 240 cookies...
