Nashville

One month from now is now one week from now. Oh, Pacific Northwest.  Save me from today’s forecast. I thought that maybe – maybe – my second Nashville summer might feel a bit more manageable than my first.  But to be frank, it’s hellacious.  I feel angry all the time. I DO enjoy the fireflies,…

Behold, the return of the deadbeat blogger! I mean, seriously.  It’s embarrassing.  I have been like an unfit mother – one who leaves her kids in the car while she hits up the Safeway for PBR and tampons.  I have abandoned this blog in the parking lot for far too many days – and in…

Nashville is a squeal of delight. But Seattle is a sigh of relief.

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

One of the East Nasties has a bumper sticker that says “Run Happy.” I don’t.  Run happy, that is. Some people are built to run – I am not.  I really do not enjoy running.  Even after dedicating myself for months, pulling myself out of bed every Saturday AND Sunday morning, and watching my mileage…

This is the day – the day that I re-establish myself as a contributing member of society.  I am uniting myself with the ranks of the fully employed. After 19 months of instability, I start at Emma this morning. I have no idea what to expect – except that it’s going to be good.  Whatever…

Yesterday, I worked Ye Olde Temp Job until about 3:30, and as I was walking out to my car, I thought to myself, “Tut tut, looks like rain.”  I was wearing a white button-down shirt, and decided against a stop at the grocery store, because what if it rains?  And my shirt becomes see-through?  Kroger…

Did Sly stop with “Rocky IV”? Did Nadia Suleman call it quits after 6 kids? Did having brothers named Track and Trig prevent Bristol Palin from naming her son Tripp? No. And in the same way, bucking common sense and what might seem like an obvious result… did the demise of my temp-job in this…

When I lived in Seattle, I was very, very independent. I lived alone. I paid my bills. I assembled my own Target furniture. When I dropped off my car for a repair in Ballard, I walked the 3 ½ miles to work rather than call for a ride. It wasn’t that people weren’t willing to…

Tonight, I am moving out of my sweet little Music Row apartment – the one that has held me for my first year in Nashville. When I moved in, I had a chair and a dresser; I slept on the hardwood floor in a sleeping bag, and drank my morning coffee wrapped in a blanket…