Annie Parsons
So on, so forth
I am so glad that Facebook did not exist when I was in high school. That would have been a complete gong show. – – – – – – – – Night two of recording last night. The boys – that would be Miles, Jairo, and Art, all of whom have remarkable hair – sound…
From Head To Foot
You know my friend Annie Downs? Of course you do. She is famous in the blog world, famous in Nashville, famous in my heart, and now, famous in honest-to-goodness book print. When I first met Annie several years ago, she was in the beginning stages of writing a book. She wrote and wrote and wrote,…
Bloom
Hope isn’t always an easy thing, and it doesn’t always feel very natural. But I’m learning that hope is more than a feeling (more than a feeeeeelingg…) – it’s a choice, a deliberate commitment, like exercise, or saving your money instead of spending it. It’s the wiser, healthier decision – the one that will bring…
Starting tonight
I secretly believed that if I didn’t post any blogs in November, I would still continue to write and stockpile posts so that when December rolled around, I would have an arsenal to draw from. That didn’t happen. At all. In fact, I’m checking my computer for any scraps I may have written that I…
Living proof
I’m baaaaaack… I missed you. I missed blogging. Blogging is the only fool-proof way to make sure that someone pays attention to me every day. Just kidding! People pay attention to me when I steal, too. I made a video, but I’ve been having technological troubles of the worst degree, so it’s fuzzy. Sorry. My…
Not-so-guilty / non-pleasures
Not-so-guilty pleasure I’ve had my eye-rolling moments in the past, but I have to admit: Taylor Swift is getting better and better. On her latest record, “Speak Now,” her songwriting has exploded, without forsaking the catchy hooks she’s so known for. Judge if you want, but I can’t stop listening. The only thing that I…
New shirt
Squinty, smiley Mike came through Denver last night, and he gave me a t-shirt with his face on it. This is so perfect.
Clouds
It’s Monday morning, and deliciously stormy outside. I look out the office windows to the east, where the land stretches flat all the way to Kansas, and see clouds the color of polished steel. I’m alone at work this week, sipping on hot tea to placate the angry porcupine that wants to nest on my…