Friends

I forgot to mention that I am now outfitted for Colorado. This is called the Lodge Parka, which is most appropriate for me, since I’m not really a “winter sporter” (not that I’m really a “summer sporter” either).  But a lodge?  That I can do. Has anyone read “Water for Elephants” by Sara Gruen?  I…

Tomorrow is a new year, a fresh start, a clean slate. I like markers.  I like new beginnings.  I like boundaries that separate “this” from “that.”  It gives me a sense of control, however misperceived. 2010 is a year of starting over, in almost every way that I possibly could – even in ways that…

This weekend, Facebook really chapped my ass (a phrase that I have recently decided is very worth using).  I tried to upload pictures from the JAM House Christmas Spectacular – at which we had a fantastic time and packed our home with more people than we ever imagined – but the old ‘Book translated my…

And no, not because it’s been so awful. Only because nobody else could ever, ever compare. I will always be a JAM girl. And now, excuse me while I go weep.

We are down to single digits: I am moving in 9 days. And yes, I have Christmas parties 6 of the next 9 nights.  I might run out of outfits. That said, posting may be light until after I get to Colorado.  I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of Nashville until…

Some of my best moments have been in this town.  But also, some of my hardest. Isn’t that the way it goes?  The joy and pain are always intermingled.  It’s impossible to separate them – the laughter and the tears – because life cannot be compartmentalized like a preschooler’s cubby wall.  There is always something…

Awwww, yeah!  How’s about that – Troubled Annie, for the wind! Listen to some of their new stuff here.  “Be Mine” is so catchy, it’s practically SARS.

The comments that you left in response to Thursday’s blog I was blown away by a couple of things: 1) the TRUTH that was so evident in so much of what you were saying, and 2) the HONESTY about something that isn’t easily summed up in a cliché phrase.  I love that so many of…

I’ve mentioned Zach before – my crazy friend who recently moved from Seattle to Nashville, who lived on the JAM House floor for awhile, who now has his own place in East Nashville but we still like to see him, etc.  Zach is one of a kind – like a snowflake.  Or a fingerprint.  Or…

Life is changing all around me. The weather is changing – yellow leaves swirling around in little cyclones on the streets, the clouds hanging heavy and low, no trace of humidity. The colors are dimmer, the smell, different. Fall has chased out the summer, and taken up residence in Nashville. My focus is changing –…