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Saturday from 10 to 6 and Sunday from 10 to 5. I will be in Booth 195 in the Purple Section. Hope to see you there!

Julie L. Kessler, the author of Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight, will be exhibiting at the L.A. Times Festival of Books at USC on April 20th and 21st. She will be in Booth 195, which is located in the “Purple Zone” of the Festival (purple flags on tents), off of West 34th Street. See you there!

Is now carrying my book "Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight." The venerable Tecolote Book Shop is located at 1470 East Valley Road, #52, Santa Barbara, CA 93108. Tel 805/969-4927. Happy Reading!!!

While at a speakeasy at the Aero Theater in Santa Monica last Wednesday, actor Tim Robbins was asked by a member of the audience what advice he had for a struggling actress wishing to maintain her humanity while attempting success in Hollywood. Robbins responded, and I am paraphrasing here ‘As an artist you should have the relentless ambition of a politician. As a politician, you should have the soul of an artist.’

Given that we watched the 44th POTUS sworn in on Martin Luther King Day two days before, those words seemed particularly poignant. Regardless of from what side of the aisle you hail and remain, it was hard to be unmoved by the vision taking place in Washington, D.C. As the news cameras made its panoramas around the National Mall that chilly Monday, the tears in my eyes welled. Though many of us possess an unrelenting hope for the future, it is hard not to be affected by our country’s continuing, seemingly insurmountable challenges. That said, hope remains in abundance. While you may not agree with our POTUS or even like him, one thing is clear: his commitment to this country and its people remains undaunted. So while Obama may not be a painter, an actor or a singer, the admirable qualities he possesses make evident that his heart and soul are certainly in the right place. And at this stage in our country’s evolution, we need all the creativity we can get.

My book "Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight" was mentioned in the January 2013 edition of The Washington Lawyer, the official journal of the District of Columbia Bar, in the Author! Author! section.

Yesterday I attended a funeral at a West side church packed to capacity. It was not an octogenarian with adult children, grandchildren and friends in attendance to bear witness to one of life’s ultimate inevitabilities.

No. It was instead the mom of two wonderful teenage boys that had gone to elementary school with my daughter. A woman at the top of her game, personally and professionally. Several years ago she had gone through a protracted and painful divorce, but persevered to find peace. She was a highly talented bio-tech life sciences attorney, a partner in a national law firm for several years, then general counsel to a major pharmaceutical company. She was an AYSO soccer referee and a Deacon at her church. She was a world traveler and loved Paris. But the role in life which anchored her, sustained her and brought her never-ending joy was the role of mom to her two boys.

She also got breast cancer seven years ago and kicked the crap out of it. That was my friend Laurie.

Until the beast’s monstrous return with a vengeance that would simply not stop, until it stopped her. Laurie died a few days ago, just a month after her 52nd birthday; the same age as my mom was when she died exactly three decades ago.

For many who possess the benefit of strong religious beliefs, there is the hope of a soft landing in a heaven awaiting; an eternal life of grace. For those who instead rely on science, the end is simply that. The end. Except for the multitude of memories that live on in the hearts and minds of those who remain.

As I watched her two sons help carry their mom’s casket to the waiting white hearse, my mind returned to a snapshot collage of memories: tumbling toddlers to poised teenagers on the cusp of manhood. Laurie had tried so hard and so valiantly to hang on until her eldest would graduate from high school this June. But the monster could not, would not, be stayed.

Sometimes life is just not fair. Period. End of discussion. And no amount of religion or science will make it so. Our only armor against this sad basic truth is to make sure that those we love know exactly how we feel about them and what they mean to us.

Laurie’s two sons’ lives were irrevocably altered yesterday. They will miss her for the duration, but Laurie told them often and showed them always that they were loved profoundly and deeply. And while she was utterly heartbroken to leave them, she also knew that they would be okay and would grow into fine young men. And they most certainly will.

Sharing happiness will never divide it, only exponentially increase it.

Bon voyage mon amie. Je te verrai dans mon coeur. Safe travels my friend. I will see you in my heart.

Below is the link to LA Talk Radio Interview “Two Talk Books” show hosted by Starla Faye which aired on November 17, 2012 and December 1, 2012. This 45-minute interview featured the author and her new book "Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight."

On November 17, 2012 at 11:00 a.m. Pacific Standard Time author Julie L. Kessler will be interviewed about her book Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight on LA Talk Radio Show Two Talk Books hosted by Starla Faye. Listeners can also hear the show anytime following the live taping at www.LATalkRadio.com

Julie at a book signing event at Chevalier’s Book Store In Hancock Park, CA signing copies of her book "Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of Hindsight."  

Julie was pleased to be the featured speaker at the National Garment Association’s annual charity luncheon on November 1, 2012. She spoke to a group of NGA members about her book "Fifty-Fifty, The Clarity of HIndsight" following it up with a lengthy Q & A about juggling the demands of kids, career, marriage, and living abroad. The NGA event was very well-attended, and Julie wishes the NGA continued success in their important work of providing clothing and other necessities to Southern California families in need.

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Yesterday the L.A. Times business section contained a remarkable story by Tiffany Hsu. In the article, Hsu reported that the Saudi Arabian’s version of the Swedish retailer Ikea’s catalog had omitted something. A striped chair perhaps? A flowery sofa? An avant-garde Scandia shaped box of glassware? No, the Saudi version omitted something a bit more, shall I say, utilitarian to its bottom line.

The Saudi version of the Ikea catalog simply erased all the women pictured in the Swedish retailer’s catalog. That’s right. Only men and boys in the household catalog pictures for the Saudi’s.

The world has long debated and been critical of Saudi Arabia for its treatment of women, which is well known in this regard to be one of the most restrictive and repressive in the world. However, the complete omission of not only half its population, but the very segment of the population who makes the vast majority of decisions vis-a-vis household furnishings and decoration is mind bogglingly stunning for what the omission represents in a broader human sense.

In general terms we tend to omit what’s superfluous, unimportant, redundant, boring, stupid, offensive or otherwise not useful from our art, our literature, our culture and our stories. We don’t simply white out entire segments of our population based on gender just because we have access to an app for that. Now mind you, the Ikea catalog is hardly titillating as Playboy, not exciting as a trip around the world, and certainly not as scandalous as say, the former governor of California’s recent and incredibly lame interview on 60 Minutes. No, the Ikea catalog is precisely what it purports to be: a catalog of household furnishings, decorative items and textiles uniquely designed, affordably priced, mostly green and virtually impossible for the average Homo sapien to assemble without the aid of fourteen extra hands, preferably one with a PhD in architectural engineering. Some peripheral extra sensory perception probably wouldn’t hurt either.

The gender omission is of course even more remarkable given that Scandinavia in general and Sweden in particular has some of the world’s most progressive equal rights laws protecting women. It also has some of the most generous maternity and child care leave employment protection laws anywhere on the planet.

The Ikea Group was quick to issue a statement saying that the altered Saudi catalog clashes with its values and that the Ikea Group does “not accept any kind of discrimination.” The Ikea Group went on to clarify that Ikea Saudi Arabia is run by a franchisee outside the Ikea Group. That may well be true, but the fact remains that the franchisee gets its merchandise from the franchisor, which of course is the Ikea Group.

If the Ikea Group truly does “not accept any kind of discrimination,” then the Ikea Group can make a decision not to sell their products in countries where blatant gender discrimination is part of the daily social fabric. The Ikea Group certainly can’t force its values on countries with values different from its own and the majority of the world. But the Ikea Group can make a fiscally difficult though socially and morally correct judgment about what steps to take next.

I am neither naive nor Pollyanna and the Ikea Group will, in all likelihood, continue to sell their products in Saudi Arabia and elsewhere where half the population is simply eliminated from its social discourse. But I have only one question. How were all those men and boys in the Saudi catalog born and raised since apparently there are no women in the homes, at least not homes furnished or decorated with Ikea products? I’ve heard that invisible women make rather strange bedfellows.

As I was leaving an independent bookstore where I dropped off few things for an upcoming book signing, I came across "At Home on the Range" by Margaret Yardley Potter, the great-grandmother of Elizabeth Gilbert of "Eat, Pray, Love " fame. Not only did I pick up "At Home on the Range" and read the back cover, I discovered that it was a cook book, and yet still I took it with me. This was startling for a few reasons. While I love both reading and eating, anyone who knows me knows I seriously hate cooking. I also intensely abhor shopping for things to cook. And I detest cleaning up after cooking or shopping even more. However, since Gilbert wrote the preface of "At Home on the Range," and I admired her other writings, her great-grandmother’s book accompanied me to NYC this past weekend, much to the chagrin of my teenaged daughter.

Never in a million years could I have predicted what happened as I traversed the country in the bumpy blue skies: not only did I read every single page of great-grandmother Gima’s book, I dog eared at least a dozen pages of it. More importantly, I fell head over heels in complete admiration of Gima. What wit, what humor, what writing style, what smarts! That Gima was way ahead of her time was a vast understatement. This woman completely rocked and would have in any era! So much so, that I not only read an entire cookbook, I thoroughly enjoyed every single page of it. Though of course, everyone who will read this book will learn that while it may be a cookbook, and a very good one at that, it is in fact so much more than a ‘how to’ cook book. It’s more of a ‘how to fully live while you are lovingly feeding some of your favorite people’ book. And this came no less from a woman who did her heartfelt and culinary magic during some pretty tough years in the early twentieth century!

As my plane neared JFK, I finished the last page, tucked it safely into my carry-on bag and thought what an amazing woman Gima must have been. And how very lucky her family was to have had her grace their lives, despite her life's relative brevity of her life.

In the preface of the book Gilbert wonderfully honored her great-grandmother Gima and her remarkable life. To add the proverbial icing to the cake, all proceeds from the sale of "At Home on the Range" will go to ScholarMatch, a nonprofit organization that increases college access for low income students of exceptional promise. I’m sure Gima would have been beyond proud to have a legacy which will help provide those in need with an avenue to learn and discover their own passions. Without a doubt, Gima is in a heavenly place along side her trusted range, cooking up a storm or baking a few loaves with an enormous smile on her delightfully lovely face.  JLK