Julia Roberts Wearing Names on Her Shirt
Mother Julia
Did you wake up at 6:45 a.m. to watch the Love Is Blind D.C. finale? No worries because I did. Lol. There’s a chat about it in the Substack app :)
I am finally, begrudgingly, prepared to announce that it is autumn. There’s a window in front of my desk that overlooks a small park; the tree leaves that used to be a gorgeous emerald have turned to a warm yellow-orange, the color of some vitamin C gummies that I unfortunately am addicted to eating throughout my workday.1 Whenever I think of the word “autumn” I think of Julia Roberts, who you might know from movies like Erin Brockovich, Ocean’s 12, or Notting Hill (or, or, or), but I — and devoted Hung Up readers will recall this — know her as my mother.2
I think about Julia Roberts at least once a day. It is a consequence of being born in the 1990s and also watching Runaway Bride a lot growing up. I think about how I swear she has more teeth than me, more teeth than almost anyone.3 I think about her applying eyelashes in Charlie Wilson’s War, or carrying a balloon in Closer. I think about the photos she’ll post on Instagram to wish someone happy birthday, I think about how her comments are closed to plebians, but that one day I will gain access.4
Lately Julia Roberts
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