Having trouble adjusting to reality? To the idea we’re all insignificant and attached to each other like burrs in a sock?
For many of us it’s a spectacular time to be alive. I count myself among the luckiest, but worry our enthusiastic earth renovations — digging, burying, emptying, filling, dumping, cutting, building, tearing down and rearranging — will not work out in our favor over the long haul. We’re only the latest in a string of homo species. The rest, erectus, rhodesiensis, neanderthalensis, etc., are gone. We’ll eventually be gone too, but no sense in hurrying ourselves off prematurely.
Scribbler’s Playhouse is my place to explore, research and write about what we can do to make things better for ourselves and for other living things. Themes lean toward environmental issues, technology and politics, and spill into food, travel, music, and my own ecosystem, books and blogs.
From my (not completely true) fill-in-the-blank author’s bio: Julia lives with her husband in a hideaway surrounded by birches, maples and espaliered apple trees. When she’s not writing bestselling novels, she collects missives from her wandering children like nectar from honeydew, writes songs, treks the Mt. Jefferson Wilderness and weaves between rush-hour traffic on her bicycle.*
I am working on my great American novel, write newspaper editorials, write for newsletters, “Good Living and Retirement,” and have appeared in Oregon Quarterly. I currently chair the local Library Foundation board, volunteer for the Oregon Community Foundation, practice and teach Ashtanga yoga, ski, hike, travel, bicycle, cook, play in a band, coo over babies and other people’s dogs.
*On the fill-in-the-blank author’s bio. Click on the link to see how you too can write your own glowing self-description.