Why I Love My Very Few Friends. This is How They Feed Me.

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How words are food, and we are starving ourselves and each other. AND one way to fix it. Or two. Stay tuned.

Eleven years ago next month, for the first time in my long writer’s life, I held a book in my hand. MY book. It had taken me nine months from idea to soft cover final product. That book…

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Julia E Hubbel

Julia E Hubbel

Horizon Huntress, prize-winning author, adventure traveler, boundary-pusher, wilder, veteran, aging vibrantly. I own my sh*t. Let’s play! www.walkaboutsaga.com

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