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Julia Blues
Julia Blues
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Writer and Photographer, documenting the human experience and the world we live in one story at a time. Going where the story leads.

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  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 70: IN TIME

    My car is parked in the hospital garage. I hop down the stairs, cross the street, enter the hospital, and am on the elevator to the 3rd floor in under two minutes. Once at ICU, I ask the nurse for Kayla Green’s room. She points two bays to the right. I slide open the door…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 69: RAIN

    The rain falls so hard I can barely see the road or cars in front of me. I want to stop, pull over to the side of the road, and wait out the storm, but I know that won’t do me any good. I must keep going. Life depends on it. Slow and with caution.…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 68: THE PAST

    New York was so far away from home. He knew the farther he got from his childhood, the better off he’d be. Reno was nothing but a memory. Until it wasn’t. The past had found him on the city’s streets while on a date. During their after-dinner stroll, he stopped to take pictures of the…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Days 67: A NIGHT OUT

    “I’ll be home before eleven,” my adult daughter said before walking out the door in her favorite pair of jeans. They hugged her curves in all the right places. It’s been months since her divorce finalized. I’m happy for her getting herself back out there. It’s now past midnight, and I’d be lying if worry…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 66: HER WISH

    Death has a way of bringing the living together. I didn’t know who my dad was until my mom died. He showed up at her funeral, uninvited. My aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandmother claimed their innocence, yet he somehow got the memo and showed up, nonetheless. I knew who he was at first glance. Now…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 65: AS IT RETURNS

    The ocean pulls the shallow back into the deep. Waves crash into waves and roll up on the shore before turning into foam. Suds carry bits of sand with it as it returns to the sea. I sit in awe of God’s meticulous creativity. The water gathers itself over and over. Second after second, it…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 64: LAYERS

    “What do you want to do for your birthday?” He leans his elbows on the table and sets his eyes matter-of-factly on his wife. “The Black Forest.” She holds her head to the side. “Germany?” “Do you know where there’s another?” “Well, no. I thought you’d want to go bowling or something, not fly halfway…

  • 100 Days of Stories – Day 63: CLOSING

    When I opened the doors of my vintage clothing store, I didn’t foresee closing them four years later. But it’s official, in less than thirty days, my business will be no more. The idea sparked for this store a week after my mother’s funeral. As my sister and I went through her belongings, we discovered…