Joules Evans

About Joules

Joules Evans is a writer, photographer, road-trippin, roadrunner, cancer activist/advocate, adventure seeking, tilting at windmills, #girlpower kinda girl. Learn more about Joules Evans.

Cancer Memoir

Shaken Not Stirred… A Chemo Cocktail is the cancer chapter of Joules’s story, a postcard from the other side of breast cancer and chemo. Read praise and buy the book here.

Blog

Adventures, thoughts, musings, pictures and poems….

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Passion Projects

A fierce cheerleader of friends and causes near and dear to her heart. Check these out and lend some love of your own.

RECENT UPDATES

One. Year. Ago. Today.

January 13, 2019

That time the hubcap & i were in Maui celebrating our 30th anniversary and we awoke on our last morning to THIS emergency alert (read bottom to top) on our phones: The false alarm aka “OOPS” text didn’t come for 38 minutes. What did I do during that 38 minutes? I … Read more

Hello 2019. (Don’t let the door knock you on your ass like you tried to knock me 2018)

January 12, 2019

Goodbye Felicia AKA 2018 –I’m still in the house. But nice try or three.  False incoming missile text, Broken write pinky… I am the black knight. “‘Tis but a scratch” and I don’t Mind bleeding on you. #postcardfromtheroad #newyears2019 #haiku#becausetheworldneedsmorepoetry Just a girl and her vision board. The whole fam dam did them … Read more

Real Talk about Self Talk

June 5, 2018

I’m not one to intentionally stand gazing at myself in a mirror. I don’t exactly avoid them but I don’t seek them out either unless I think there’s a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth or something. Sometimes I’m brushing my teeth and I look up and surprise the hell … Read more

This Is Me

February 6, 2018

I love this old pic of me. 2nd grade Joules. 7 or 8 year-old Joules. Circa de 1973. Some high school kid who was taking a photography class took it after school one day, and then gave me a b&w 8X10 of it. Which I keep hanging in my prayer/meditation … Read more

The Art of the Breath

January 6, 2018

Breathe. That’s my word for 2018. Whoa. Did you see what I did there? Threw down 2018 on the 6th day of the year like I’ve been writing it all my life. Like I own the place or something. Usually I’m erasing the previous year till spring kicks in to … Read more