hootenannie

In my last post, I used the word “sexy.” In reference to my laptop – really, people, there’s no denying it – but still. It got me thinking about the word, and what it means in our culture. I have a confession: I have never, ever heard the song “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake. I’m so…

Ah, Maryland. Although I leave you today, I will forever carry you with me – in my arteries and in my bloodstream. The eastern shore of Maryland is full of more fried food than I have ever seen. You can fry anything – fish! cheese! alligator! – and Marylandites do. At the quintessential potluck dinner…

I have been learning how important it is to accept people exactly where they are at, and to welcome whatever it is that they have to offer. When the odd man with an awkward nature so rudely interrupts my conversations in order to give me an ugly cartoon he drew during church, I thank him…

I stole this from my brother and sister-in-law’s blog. I am convinced that nothing will ever bring me more joy than these precious, hysterical little characters.

The events of the past two days have been momentous. In a feat nothing short of heroic, my mom, my friend Scott, and I moved me out of my apartment in a single day… almost. There are still various items of detritus scattered throughout my old home, but mostly, we’re finished. Miraculously, every single piece…

On this, the last night in my apartment, I used the very last of my Glad tall kitchen trash bags. Two years have come and gone, serendipitously timed in correspondence with the 75 pack box. It’s been real.

It’s really easy to have dreams, especially when we keep them at a safe distance. How many years have I talked a big talk about moving to Nashville? Probably 10. And it’s been sweet and easy to dream about going – but actually going? That’s another story. Yesterday I sent out a letter to all…

I have been very bad about writing this week – I am so sorry. Some major things are converging in my life at the moment, including several recording projects, a move out of my apartment, a visit from my mom, some odd interpersonal things, and the death of my grandmother on Sunday. I promise to…

On Thursday night, a long-time dream of mine was fulfilled. I finally, finally saw Tim McGraw and Faith Hill in concert. I’m going to bare my soul a little bit here. When Faith rose out of the stage (in a one-piece, sequined, halter jumpsuit, no less – now THAT is confidence) to sing her opening…