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...
by Jule Kucera | Apr 6, 2025 | Blog
In response to the past few Sundays’ messages, several people have replied, asking, “Are you okay?” I am, but I’m not. No, that’s not right. I’m not, but I am. There’s been another reminder that this life is finite. What I’ve been feeling (mourning?) is not that loss,...
by Jule Kucera | Mar 30, 2025 | Blog
I like words, but I also like images. Sometimes images serve me better. This is something I drew a few years ago: It reminds me that while the seed is in the soil, when it looks like nothing is happening, there is growth. I may treasure unfurling my leaves in the warm...
