It did take Eleanor Brakefield Wells some time to come back home: 34 years, to be precise. She was born in Nashville at Baptist Hospital when her father, Dr. James Brakefield, was a medical intern there. She attended Woodmont Elementary,…
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We’ve heard quite a lot about a certain mockingbird lately. Today, Kate Satz reports on a hawk that’s also been flying high. H is for Hawk, by Helen Macdonald, has received all kinds of critical acclaim since its publication in the UK…
Blazing hot summers and over air-conditioned libraries are a match made in heaven. Can’t you just feel that whoosh of cool air when the sliding glass door opens and you walk through? That delightful artificial chill invites you to come on in and stay…
We moms and dads do learn a few things along the way, thank goodness. Today’s post features a recent email exchange between two fathers… Jack: Where is your daughter in school? Bill: She’s still a junior in high school but…
“Brad Paisley, you can almost Start Me Up, but we are here for the Rolling Stones!” – Kobie Pretorius, Facebook, from LP Field, 6/17/2015. And from George Cassidy, author and rocker (reposted from December 2014): A Prince Among Stones by Prince…
I once had the chance to hear Paige Bainbridge sing with Holly Williams (daughter of Hank Williams Jr.) at Blackberry Farm. Outdoors at Yallerhammer, under the stars, Holly asked for a bit of help from the audience. I volunteered my…
I might as well come clean on this. I admire and even love some people who read substantial and thoughtful works of nonfiction, but I’m just not feeling it right now. I get enough nonfiction in the newspaper and The…
Farrell Mason glows, and it’s not just her radiant skin and long blonde hair. It’s not just her megawatt smile or physical grace. Farrell has a beautiful energy I can only attribute to her spiritual health and depth. She has…
Joelle Phillips has been thinking of those summer days long ago in Auburn, Alabama – days too hot to play outside – when she and her sister would sit in the den, “slurping popsicles while my mother read stories to…