hootenannie

I said that I moved to Nashville to learn. So last night, in light of yesterday’s lament, I steered my little Honda toward 3rd & Lindsley to listen to music and see who I might meet. It’s always intimidating to walk into a bar alone, but as long as you have good posture, no one…

Imagine that I weigh 300 lbs. Got it? Okay. Now imagine that I have a sprained ankle. And asthma. And flip flops on my feet. And it’s 113 degrees outside. Now, put me in the middle of a pack of marathon runners with fabulously long legs and handy water bottle packs strapped around their waists….

Lately, when it comes to this blog, I have felt a certain lack of moxie; my brain feels as dry as my love life. So I’m going to try something a little different – a series, if you will. Every Monday, I am going to post something about a topic from A-Z, beginning today with……

I don’t understand why there has to be so much pain, so much fear, so much weight. But there is. Just look around: our world is cracked and bleeding and broken. I turned on the news last night, but had to turn it off again – my brain simply could not handle more problems. I…

In the spirit of my original Q&A post, I am once again answering all the questions you never asked. I am finding that this type of post is the result of having too many blog ideas, and no real substance for any of them. Wow. Now, if you are still totally stoked to read this…

I have found my fair share of things to complain about here in Nashville. I’ve already talked about the heat – although I’m not sure that my words have conveyed the depth of my suffering. There are street corners that flagrantly (not fragrantly) reek of sewage – by the Wendy’s on West End, or across…

Today marks the departure of my dear friend Sarah, who is making the big move from Nashville to Mansfield, TX, to begin a new chapter in her life. While I am excited for what the future holds for her, I am not smiling. I am sad to see her go. Sarah and I met several…

Last night, I had a job interview that lasted an hour and a half. This potential employer and I talked spiritedly and candidly about everything from music to the environment to Telluride to writing to disappointment to, strangely, even Jesus. It was surreal, and wonderful, and stimulating. The job is something that I could excel…

I have been sitting here for almost 4 hours, trying to write something. Anything. It doesn’t need to be a blog, it doesn’t need to be a song – but could I just find the right words to communicate something? My creativity seems to have ground to a halt. However, here is what I know…

Vintage = old and expensive Antique = rickety Shabby chic = scuffed edges Contemporary = microfiber Charming = country plaid Romantic = wicker Cute = tacky Wrought iron = purchased at Hobby Lobby Retro = bizarre Art deco = belongs in a Miami hotel room Spectacular = always an overstatement Comfy = ugly… but has…