Lately I’ve been preoccupied with the question of what constitutes a good and useful life. Or, as Barbie would ask, what was I made for? It was a relief to have a deadline from StyleBlueprint for my Top 10 Reads…
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A few days ago my friend Caroline and I went on a field trip to three bookstores in East Nashville. She was in the mood for exploring, and I was game to tag along. There’s such a feeling of possibility,…
Yesterday was full of aggravations and concerns. The Lenten roses – in their humility, peacefulness, and acceptance of their particular geography – seemed to understand something I didn’t. The pansies, on the other hand? We were on the same page….
When God, the universe, and a small puppy knock you off your feet so completely that you break both ankles, it feels kind-of personal. In an Old Testament kind of way. An invisible match still burns the toes on my…
I asked my friend and neighbor Mary Jo Shankle to send a few photos for today’s post. “OK now that I am finished sheltering in place (meaning 45 minutes soaking in the tub with a double pour) I will look,”…
My dad and I found ourselves at three matinees this week sharing buttered popcorn and a giant-sized medium coke. We’ve seen “1917,” “Ford versus Ferrari,” and “Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker.” “1917” left us somber and awed, “Ford versus…
I ran into Walgreens, frazzled. The day before, I’d picked up my older daughter and a thousand pounds of dorm room detritus. In a couple of hours, I was leaving to catch a flight to the other daughter’s school. Both…
I am not a hearty traveler. “If you were a farm animal, you would have been put down,” quipped my husband. Between the food poisoning and the vertigo, the garden variety infections and anxiety, I’d have to agree. Despite distressing…