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After PC I studied art in San Francisco and later in Washington, DC, where Allen and I settled. Jason was born in 1970 and Jenny in 1973. After our divorce in 1976 I worked as a graphic designer and policy consultant, then got an MBA in 1982 and launched a brief and heady -- but ultimately unfulfilling -- business career at Marriott Corporation. I remarried in 1984.

In 1988 I decided to pursue art full time and began painting (see http://www.juliamoore.com). I now live (soltera again) in a little artists’ community near Santa Fe where the land is just amazingly beautiful. I love the opportunity to speak Spanish here and to be part of the local cultural and religious festivals derived from Mexican and Native American roots. The sacred dances and feast days at the Pueblos are really wonderful, also the Good Friday pilgrimage to the local shrine of Chimayo.

I have become fascinated with the lives of my ancestors, and I am researching and writing their stories, to be published on a very cool web site I’ve created with the help of my son Jason (former web designer) and my daughter Jenny (my editor, and the writer of a terrific novel -- hopefully soon to be published).

I volunteer in literacy and mentoring programs. I recently worked with a group of gifted bilingual second-graders, and we dramatized -- in Spanish -- chapters from their very humorous book. I brought the props and wrote the scripts, and they meticulously corrected my (lousy) written Spanish. I definitely learned more than they did!

I enjoy hiking, traveling, seeing great art, and making music; I currently sing with a women’s choral ensemble. I love visiting my kids in San Francisco and Boston.

PC In Your Life

To be honest, I didn’t feel like I accomplished much as a PCV, and I didn’t actively follow up.

Best things about PC:

• Receiving a tape in 1968 with songs by the Stones, the Supremes, and Herman’s Hermits; listening to it 3,000 times; watching Jim Baltz dance to “Stop! In the Name of Love.”
• Piloting a C-130 transport (see photo above) on the way to Brasilia from Santa Cruz after Allen and I hitched a ride with a USAF jungle-mapping team. (Captain: “You want to fly the plane?” Me: “Sure.”) Putting the plane into a steep dive when I thought it was on Auto-pilot.
• Rio de Janeiro! Lying on the beach, seeing trees and other green things, and eating rotisserie chicken and strawberries every day for three solid weeks (OK, so we extended our vacation time a bit…)

Worst things about PC:

• Being jolted awake in the middle of the night by dynamite explosions that shook our “house” when the miners decided to express their political opinions.
• Receiving green beef from the pulperia in summer and having to somehow disguise the taste and eat it.
• Getting car sick in the rapido every time we made the trek to Oruro from Colquiri.
  

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I’ve joined an amazing “peace movement” that gets to the root of suffering, and I am learning that peace begins within me. I plan to become more active in facilitating this simple yet profound process called “The Work” and founded by a woman named Byron Katie.