hootenannie

For the first time in months, I am experiencing a quiet moment. I suppose that I have had plenty of quiet hours in the car by myself throughout the fall, but this is the first time that I have been still, silent, with a hushed heart and nothing vying for my attention. There are different…

Well, hello, pretties. Were you beginning to think I had abandoned you? Never. My deepest apologies for taking a few days off from blogdom. The Giving of Thanks took up much of the last couple of days. My holiday can be summed up as thus: all 9 members of my immediate family in my parent’s…

“I don’t know, Mom. I think I’m pretty good at a lot of things, but I’m not great at anything.” “Except parallel parking.” “Well yeah. There’s that.”

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I am a responsible soul. I show up when I say I will. I get things done. I check things off a to-do list like no one else. I do more than my fair-share of the class project. I help with the dishes, I pay my bills,…

Driving flies past when you have a purpose. Yesterday, my purpose was to get from Nashville to Kansas City in time for my nephew Micah’s 4th birthday party. I cannot believe that he is 4. I cannot believe that it has been 4 years since the cold night when I stood on the sidewalk outside…

This is my third stint in Nashville this fall, and am I ever glad. When I pulled into town on Tuesday night, I had an odd sense that, “Ah, I’m home.” Is that strange? Seattle will always feel like home to me, but that does not mean that another place can’t feel equally “right.” I…

I am about to do something that is momentous and monumental. I am about to shut down my original MySpace profile. Ever since I created my music MySpace page, it has been too much work to keep up with dual profiles. My internet time has been inconsistent this fall, and so there have been many…

I love Hilton Head. I want to live and die here. Well, that’s not immediately true. I want to live some other places for awhile. But when I am an old lady, after my husband has passed away (as men typically die earlier than women), I will cut my hair as short as I want…

I arrived last night in Hilton Head, SC, and it’s exactly as I pictured it. The Atlantic coast, sandy beaches, reeds emerging from the water, Spanish moss hanging from the huge trees, blue sky, and… me. In a stranger’s home. My mom’s… friend’s… neighbor… is hosting me. I showed up on her doorstep around dinnertime,…

Sometimes I say too much. I open my mouth, and everything comes falling out faster than I can rein it in. I have this bold and intrepid streak in me, and when I pair that with having an innate need to communicate, the occasional result is a reckless slew of kamikaze words. Words are hard…