Nashville

*taps mic* Is this thing on? I’m back! It’s been six months since I’ve posted anything in this space — longer than any other stretch of silence in the almost 12 years I’ve kept this site. Some people insist blogging is dead, but I’m here to say WANNA BET? As long as I’m living, so…

It’s finally time. Because as Flannery O’Connor once said, “Somewhere is better than anywhere.” Today, I bought a new house. After a year of being untethered, working with realtors in multiple cities, praying every day for a clear sign of direction as to where I should re-root my life, I came to the conclusion that…

A few months ago, my life was completely upended when a man I deeply loved betrayed my trust and broke my heart. While the details matter to me, all I’ll say is this: I was planning to move to Nashville so we could be together, but it didn’t happen. The relationship was serious enough to…

This little dream house… I can’t believe it, but I’ll be handing the keys over to someone else in July. My two years in Minneapolis have been abundantly sweet, rich, and healing — and now it’s time to go. I will miss the amazing friends I’ve made, my perfect fence, and the cheese curds. I…

I spent last weekend in Nashville, and it could not have been better – not even if Ryan Gosling had given me a puppy.  Not if I’d found a bucket of gold. I’m at a loss as to how it happened, but in the two short years that I lived in Tennessee, I somehow developed…

Today is my last day at Emma. My sweetie friend Miles – the one who played guitar for my original LÄRABAR song, the one who gave me my most favorite nickname of all time (“Persnicket”), the one who makes work so much more fun – made me this. That?  Is awesome.  And hilarious. Thanks for…

So there I was at the Denver airport, heaving my bulging black suitcase onto the conveyor belt for the x-ray machine. This was just my carry-on – my REAL bag (a behemoth red Samsonite) had already been found 6 lbs. overweight at the ticket counter, leading me to put on my boots and jacket, stuff…

I’m back in Nashville this week, working in the office and seeing friends.  Every time I come back to Nashville, I’m struck by two things: how much this place still feels like home – and how things can’t ever be the way that they were before. The longing for “the way things were” is my…

Don’t mind if I do. And in case you think I’m a fraud because I’ve said I’m not training anymore, I ran 5 miles on the treadmill last night, and 7 outside on Saturday.  So, see?  I’m still doing my thang (although last year at this time, I was running 12 miles, so YES I…

Fanciness, merriment, and roistering. Bacon-wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cheese. And then, as if the night couldn’t get any more awesome, KARAOKE. And even better, twirling at ROBERT’S. I didn’t even look like a hobo. Today, though?  I totally do. Lordy.