“Madison is fine.” That’s how my sister opened her phone call to me on Sunday. Madison is my niece. Some black ice caused her car and a tree to have an unfortunate meeting. “Fine” in my family means that no one is dead. You could be missing an appendage or, like in Madison’s case, […]
because my mother didn't have the foresight to name me Shirley!
About Julie
I’m the chick. The handsome guy is my husband, Volker. I was raised in a tiny town exploring creek beds and fishing holes in Northeast Oklahoma. He was raised in a large metro area in Germany exploring museums and all of Europe. It’s almost the same. Ten years ago he loaded up the truck and moved to Bentonville; Arkansas, that is, swimming pools and Wal-Mart. Read More
