Hi Melissa and Dave! Thank you so much for spending some time in Bacon Town tonight! I hope you’re enjoying a cocktail right now…
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Most mornings I feel some flavor of this, despite a very decent morning routine with my dog and the paper and breakfast… I have to work my way towards a better mood. Maybe I should rethink my routine, at…
“I’m not sure I will choose my old pace on the other side,” says Tricia. “I’m surprised by how easily we gave up some of our personal freedoms, like freedom of assembly, though there’s nothing like a pandemic to get…
Yesterday, Tennessee Governor Bill Lee announced that the state’s Safer at Home order will be lifted April 30th. Nashville’s may last longer. We’ll all have a lot to figure out, and soon. More on that in days to come. In…
Gratitude is sometimes like tending a garden. You can cultivate it, for sure, with regular attention and care. But sometimes it’s more like playing in the ocean when you were a kid. A big wave sneaks up on you, washes…
Oak Hill is a bucolic suburban neighborhood – stable but always refreshing itself, well-tended, plenty of room to breathe. And dream. Play, if you’re a kid – run, if you’re a dog. But even – especially? – pretty suburban neighborhoods…
Sean Kinch makes a strong case for Hilary Mantel’s new novel, The Mirror and the Light (in his socks, from his back porch, making quarantine look good). He calls his review a “nudge to fence sitters,” and I think you’ll…
I got in bed at 3:00 yesterday afternoon and took a nap. Did I need a nap? I did not need a nap. I was feeling listless. Adrift. On a walk with my husband later in the afternoon, he had…
It rained and stormed all day in Nashville – the soggiest Easter I can remember. I spent a peaceful morning in bed with 2 Strawberry Pop-Tarts, a cup of hot tea, the New York Times, and my iPad. During the…