Dear Julia, I still see you in your crib, a tangle of white-blond fluff for hair, taking breaths in and out. I remember all those times you broke your arm(s), which clearly showed me you were and are a girl of adventure. I see you in a snowsuit in Texas on a rare day...
Today is my daughter Julia’s birthday. She’s 18 years old. She’s a graduate, a friend, a daughter, a chef, a beautiful human being. Happy birthday, Julia! Here are 18 reasons why you rock! She is probably one of the most empathetic people I know....
Seventeen years ago, my sweet Julia hollered her way into this world in Edmonds, Washington. At a week old, she would fly with me to Palestine, Texas and begin her journey toward Texas-hood. (Yep, she likes spicy Tex-Mex). She’d survive 150 scorpions in our home...
My dear, sweet, smart, empathetic girl is sixteen on the 16th, and I’m so wonderfully proud of the person she’s becoming. Some of you know our scare with her in the aftermath of my trip to Haiti a little over a year ago. I’m happy to report...
Last year at this time, Julia was in Children’s Hospital with an unknown condition. I’d received the news as I landed in Florida after a life changing time in Haiti with Help One Now. The end result of our time there was raising funds to build a school....