Nashville
An interesting past
“Show me a man with a tattoo, and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.” -Jack London Have I mentioned that I’m in Nashville this week? I am. I flew in for a wedding this past weekend (Mark and Erin MILLER – holla!), and am sticking around to work from the home office…
Revival
It’s been awhile since I’ve talked about my feeeeeelings. For those of you wishing to keep a finger on the pulse of my emotional health, this one’s for you. I remember around this time two years ago, soon after I had moved to Nashville, feeling lonely and afraid and sad. This move could not be…
Closing in
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…
Nashville
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…
What’s next
I struggle with the question, “What am I doing with my life?” I always have. And with each passing day, week, year, I am no closer to finding the answer – I am learning to just take one day at a time. However, even though I might not know what I am doing with my…
Josh and Meg have a new duo name
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.
Announcing…
I moved to Nashville because I am a songwriter. But truth be told, at the time that I moved, I could count the number of songs I had actually written on one hand. More “brooding” than “brilliant,” I was never one of those children who composed music at age 6. The decision to write was…
Part of me
As I drove back to the JAM House last night, cruising over the wet pavement and giving no thought to the “how” of how to get home because I’ve driven the route so many times, I was thinking about the fact that it’s been over two years since I left Seattle. It’s been almost two…
Two years
I left Seattle two years ago today. Last year, I wrote a big dramatic soliloquy about my feelings. This year, I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel flummoxed. But wherever you go, there you are. Whatever that means.
Thoughts for a Thursday
Let me just get it out: I feel like a terrible blogger these days. Okay, now I feel better. – – – – – – – – Saturday is the 6th annual Tomato Art Fest in East Nashville. This is of note for 3 reasons: 1) Sound the trumpets: I am making my triumphant return…