Welcome to my site and my first real blog. Thank you for stopping by and being a part of my world.  My name is Juliana Love.  I am an author; screenplay writer;  and film producer. I write fiction and non fiction books, as well as photography books on the Gettysburg Battlefield. I am a Figure Skater; mother of four and grandmother of two. My books are all faith based as I am a Christian. However, they are not meant only for Christian readers as I too, am still trying to find my way in this life. My motivation and inspiration keeps me driven to success, as well as helping my readers with that extra boost of encouragement.

I suffer from what I refer to as “My Alphabet Issues.” (TBI) Traumatic Brain Injury; (OCD) Obsessive Compulsive Disorder; (PTSD) Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and (ADD) Attention Deficit Disorder. Sometimes my vocal communication is not as fluent as my written communication and it causes a whole lot of frustration…just keeping it real. In fact, my motivational and inspirational books are all about “keeping it real.” I believe in “speaking the truth in love.” It is from a heart of love that I speak the truth based on my Christian, NOT religious beliefs. Many people have been hurt by religion and have turned away from God. I know without God, I can do nothing. His heart is to heal and restore. My heart is to help bring you closer to Him in a non judgmental way.

The genres for my Summer Ray Series are suspense/thriller added with epic adventures, paranormal activity, spiritual and romance all rolled into one compelling story within a story. We are currently in pre-production of the first book (in the series) “This Fair and Blighted Land.” I look forward to connecting with you. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts with me.  God Bless you my friends, Juliana



As an up and coming screenwriter/producer, I have much to say about the current situation with women in Hollywood. First, I think they are some of the most beautiful and smart women that have ever graced the planet. They work incredibly hard on their billion dollar figures. However, I do not understand why some of those women waited ten, and twenty years, to finally expose sexual misconduct charges, against their producers and other men they worked with. But, why now? Why have these allegations been hidden for so long? Why did they not speak up when it happened? Even if…no one believed them, the chances of the abuse continuing would have been slim and not just for them, but for other women. They may have been fired from a leading role. But, is not a woman’s integrity more important then fame? The question that must be asked is this. What are women willing to do, in order to get a part? Does not tolerance and silence mean acceptance? Hollywood would cease to exist without its leading ladies. So, being fired from one role, does not mean exclusion from all. Why? Because women are needed in Hollywood as much as men are. There again, Hollywood would cease to exist without its leading ladies.

Still, I also have to ask.  What did they think was going to happen when they agreed to meet in private at a hotel room? There again, where was their integrity? I am not saying that what these men did was right. But the silence of these abused women, meant acceptance. So, the cycle was allowed to continue and it continued for many years. What a horrible way to have to live and work.

I find it very disturbing to watch the Golden Globes and other award shows, seeing most of the women half naked. I do not watch these shows to see boobs and butts. I watch them to see what films, actors and actresses win. But, I have to turn the shows off due to the dress of these women and the fact that these award shows have turned into political agendas.  There are ways to dress sexy without being slutty. Unfortunately, young teenage girls also watch these shows. If the dress code is appropriate for Hollywood, it must be, “Okay!” Let me tell you, it is not okay.  These women should have more self respect. I am not saying that just because they dress this way that it is okay for men to make “unwanted sexual advances.” There should never be sexual harassment for any reason. I am saying that those in positions of influence, should use their influence for good, especially when young teenage minds look up to them. In this case, less is not more; less is slutty and trashy. It makes them look like glorified hookers. Then they expect to be taken seriously, when they protest sexual harassment. Put some damn clothes on!!! Stay the hell away from your producers or directors hotel room. Stop putting yourself in compromising positions. It is really that simple. If you are given the ultimatum to sleep with them or lose a role, have some self respect and walk the hell out!!! 

If you want a role so bad you are willing to do anything to get it, I suggest you at that point, stop crying, “Wolf.” You have willingly allowed yourself to be used. When it has crossed over to issues of sex offenses, then you have a responsibility to speak up. There again, your silence means acceptance.

Thankfully, after so many years, women of Hollywood are finally starting to use their voice. Women, who are just as talented as men, should be of the same pay scale. Remember, Hollywood would cease to exist without its leading ladies. More and more women are coming out as directors and producers. This is a grand time for women in Hollywood. But, use your voice and your influence for good. I am not interested in “making it big” in Hollywood. I am not willing to do anything to get my “big break.” My trust is is God. He will get me where I need to be. I have a message and my message will be heard and seen across the universe, not just in California.

Till next time,






This is the first blog for my “Juliana’s Not So Politically Correct” Facebook page. Soon, there will be videos. But for now, the blogs will have to do! First of all, this particular blog is in regard to Oprah Winfrey’s statements at the Golden Globes and one very disturbing statement she made in the past. She talked about in an interview, how “people who were born and bred in racism had to die.” These were the “older generation of people,” some who might still be alive. Let me say, this is a disgrace to Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights Movement. Not once, NO NOT ONCE did he ever say anything so disgusting. In fact Oprah, what you stated is the exact opposite of what Martin Luther King Jr. stood for. Here, let me refresh your memory.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”


“Life’s most persistent and urgent question is, “What are you doing for others?”


“We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive. He who is devoid of the power to forgive, is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us.  When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies.”


Martin Luther King Jr. was a man of love. If he heard what you said about how those people had to die, he would roll over in his grave. Why? Because of love. He knew what racism and hate felt like. He saw how it mangled and ripped apart a culture of innocent people, who were judged by the color of their skin. Yet, have you not made yourself just as guilty as the whites who did that by talking murder? Oprah, you sound like a bored billionare who needs a reality check.

Furthermore, let’s talk about your Golden Globe speech. Well, at least a section of it. To talk as if everyone’s “truth” is supposed to be empowering, is pain and simple bullshit! You have left it wide open for zero accountability. Because if everyone’s truth is “your truth,” then who is to say which truth is wrong and which truth is right? Basically, you have acted like, my truth, your truth, the truth of those who are actually evil, is truth. There again, where is the accountability? If everyone’s truth is truth, even the thoughts of doing harm to others, then it must be okay because it is their truth. Do you realize how absolutely stupid this sounds? This kind of talk is dangerous. The problem is that you have a broad influence of people, who actually look up to you and this is what you tell them? Then to hear you want to run for the Presidency? Are you kidding me? No seriously…ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! I pray that it will be a cold day in HELL before you ever are elected President.

Oprah, go back and learn from Martin Luther King Jr. Go back and understand that Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. If you want to guage truth, read the Bible. Remember, Martin Luther King Jr. was a godly man. He made the decision to stick to love, UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES THAT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW. Why? Because he said that hate was too much of a burden to bear.

We all need to stick to love; follow the Golden Rule and be kind! There is too much hate in this world. We need to be good people. We need to love each other; build each other up and just be caring. We need to help our neighbors; check on the ederly; let someone in front of us at the grocery store line; give our time and just show we care. The greatest form of truth – is love!

Till next time,






I have passed by this scene on top of Devil’s Den in Gettysburg, PA a 1,000 times. I have seen it in every weather element possible and I never fail to admire it. This scene, perhaps over 150 years ago, didn’t have the broken fence. But it had broken and bloodied bodies of Union and Confederate Soldiers here and all around. So much so, that the creek and marshes turned red.

So, what can be beautiful about the broken bodies of these soldiers? To me, it’s the strength of their love for their God and their families; as well as the fortitude of their courage. They were brave, resilient, had spirit, guts and strength of mind. They didn’t have our modern day conveinences. Some of them walked for days in the snow without shoes, no coats and many starved. I look around now and I see people who need “safe houses” because their candidate didn’t get elected. What about those who removed and still want to remove the remaining Confederate Battle Flags and monuments? They claim those objects of the Confederacy are racist and in their minds, it would stop all the evil this country has to offer. It is logic, I simply cannot fathom. But perhaps, it was nothing more than an excuse as obviously, the removal of those symbols did not stop more people from dying.  It just called to arms every ancestor of every Confederate Soldier and of the South, to rise up and take a stand. It separated the best of friends and caused division amongst those who honored the Confederacy and those who did not. So, in many ways, it started another war – a race war. Being called a “racist” because I voted for Donald Trump was a new thing for me. I love people. I do not care about the color. I care about the heart. All of our hearts beat the same color. Some hearts have grown cold and no longer feel what love is. They have allowed themselves to become bitter and evil to the point they feel justified in taking the life of innocent people. This is where the true blame should be; not in the flags, monuments or guns. Guns don’t kill people. They are simply the tool that causes death. People kill people. The gun by itself can do nothing on it’s own.

I never know how my blogs are going to turn out when I sit down to write them.  But this is on my heart. There is beauty in the broken. Those heroes who jumped in to save the dying, or drive them to the hospital or chased the gunman; the fire and police personnel who risked their lives and who do every day, there… is the beautiful.








I recently was told to, “Lean into my fear.”  I understand this all too well, especially when it comes to Figure Skating. The deeper the lean on an edge, the better the move will be. But, to lean on skates that are millimeters in width, yikes!..It’s scary. So, round and round we go. We don’t want to lean into something that scares us. It goes against our human nature. Instead, we should want to run from fear and not lean into it or face it head on. But today, I conquered a huge fear of (smaller) heights that the first several attempts left me sick and frozen. Which is precisely what fear does. It paralyzes us. It stops us from moving forward. It keeps us in the same exact place or worse yet, it sets us back.

What made today different was the fact I had no choice. What I needed was up above in the loft and I had to climb up there and crawl through some boxes. After a few minutes, I noticed my body started to show symptoms of panic. But, I refused to listen. I couldn’t run even if I wanted to.  The only way to go was down…off a ladder. I had to go slow and stop myself from freaking out.

If I have learned nothing else from being a Figure Skater, I have learned quite possibly the greatest lesson of all. Small victories, eventually lead to big ones. To master the advanced level skills, it takes a whole lot of little skills combined. At each lesson, I have to overcome some sense of fear. I hate to fall. It hurts. But the alternative is, to sit on the sidelines. I have never been one to do that. I refuse to sit idly by while the world passes me by. I want to live it. I want to be a part of life. I want to experience the crash of the waves, to the peaceful sound of nature when I hike. But, New York City, oh how I love it.

Ususally around Christmas time, I visit the city. I can skate at the Rockefeller Center and hear the sounds and see the sights of Christmas. But, it’s such a magical place in itself any time of the year. Pretty soon, with the film I will have to go to California. I will get to explore new places and meet new people. I plan to see the Redwoods while there. Does it scare me to have to branch out, being an introvert? Of course. But, if I want to be a “real” filmmaker, I have no choice. I have to do what filmmakers do. Sometimes when we are left with no other choice, it is the best possible place we can be. That “no other choice,” causes us to press through the fear. If I want to be a Gold level skater, I have to do what Gold level skaters do. I have to pass the tests to get me there. Which means, I have to face a lot of scary moves, jumps, spins, bumps and bruises.

Because I am an “introvert,” I like being alone. It’s when I can think, pray, write and create. I am not withdrawn. I am quiet. I am in constant motion though at times, I am standing still, contemplating my next move. I am always searching for answers and how to fix things. I have faith in God and I know nothing is impossible with Him. Sometimes, my faith has to catch up with my dreams. My dreams are so big and at times, I don’t have the faith to back them up. So, I have to side-step and get some more faith and then get back to dreaming. But, I don’t just want to dream. I have to do! I have to lean into things that scare me. Whether it is talking to an investor or trying a new jump, I have to trust in my own two feet and trust the guidance that God gives me and the help of those around me.

I might not be where I want to be, but I am on the way to getting there! Still, I KNOW I have to go at a pace that is right for the next level and the next phase of my life. I love to write. It’s like as easy to me as breathing. Words are a very powerful tool. They can lift someone up, or tear them to pieces. Words can make us laugh or they can make us cry. They can disappoint and they can bring hope. They can hurt and they can heal. They can make us sad when, we are expecting to be happy. Today’s words for me after all of this, are “no other choice.” I have no other choice but to lean into the fear and just get moving! I cannot continue to just sit in the boat. If Peter walked on water, so can I!





Due to a few months of looking for a place and then the move itself, I have been beyond stressed. It has consisted of issue after issue to the point I became numb. This move was unexpected and heartbreaking. But the new place, isn’t what I expected either. I was hoping to be able to buy my own home and then all would be right in Juliana’s world.

We have had to downsize from 4 floors to just one and a small one floor. Which means 80% of my world has to go to storage. I have tried to think positive and be positive, but the emotions of it all left me crashing to the floor in tears. I consider myself to be a pretty strong woman. But, for survival purposes only, I have had to just go with the flow.

Yet, once the dust settles, I do believe this new place will be easier to manage and I will have a more private setting in which I can just sit out on the deck and read. I will have a much clearer mind in which to write. Author’s write. It’s what we do. I have so many books to finish I have lost count. My Summer Ray series is in need of the 6th volume. But, I have been so cluttered in my life. I am thinking this new smaller place will help me to simplify things and I can truly get things accomplished. Well, at least I am still trying to be positive.

In all honesty, my focus is not on buying a home where I currently live. My heart, soul and mind are on buying a beach house in Bethany Beach, Delaware. It’s all I think about, other than my normal all I think abouts. It’s like I live there on the weekends and during the summer already. I can actually feel the wind on my face, the sand on my feet and I can hear the waves crashing to shore. Do I know what God is up to? Nope! But, I do know I can trust Him, even when I cannot understand Him.

So, I will continue to see the rainbow in the storms. They will pass and the rainbow will continue to make me smile. I know God is reminding me that He keeps His promises and I just have to continue to trust Him. I can let go of the past and reach for the future in great expectation of wonderful new beginnings and great adventures. This stress will pass too. This is only a temporary situation, all this transition. But, I consider it to be a stepping stone to my beach home and yes, my eventual home near or in Gettysburg. I will never leave my children or GRANDS. But the beach house is our family home that we will get to enjoy together. So, onward!