Julie Phelps

As a trophy-wife and stay at home mother to three occasionally brilliant whirling dervishes, I spend most of my days eating bon-bons while laying on the couch, deeply immersed in my favorite tawdry daytime television dramas. Of course, I do this on the sly while my sugar/baby-daddy toils his fingers to the bone in the salt mines. When I’m not busy holding down the couch, I’m writing witty repartee on the interwebs, out on walkabout with my fancy picture making magic box, or barreling down the back roads of the Lone Star State on the Crazy Train. I've been accused of wasting a hell of a lot of time on education, but, once upon a time, you couldn’t just download your fancy wall-hangings from the 'net. I'm a storyteller, not an historian-- all those annoying footnotes, endnotes, insidenotes, outsidenotes, and whatevernotes distract me. I'm pretty disorganized, but I love searching for great stories. I've found that history is often WAY more interesting than anything we can make up.