There are simply no words. Or rather – I haven’t found the right ones. Red and black ribbons have shown up on your mailboxes, in the colors of The Covenant School. They say to me “we grieve together.” They say…
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On a friend’s recommendation, I picked up the 1970 classic, Notes to Myself: My Struggle to Become a Person, by Hugh Prather. Color me impressed! Enchanted, even. It seems a perfect artifact of its time, in its zen-flavored earnestness, and…
Have you seen the Apple TV+ series “Severance”? Color me obsessed with this smart and suspenseful exploration of memory and identity. I’d put it in a category with “Stranger Things”, “The X-Files”, and “Twin Peaks” for imaginative brilliance, haunting visuals,…
Halloween’s about candy these days. But maybe it’s still a little bit about ghosts and death and the meaning of life, too? In her article “Living among the Dead in Manhattan,” Faith Bottum thinks about how we moderns banish death…
As the days grow short and dark, novels beckon us into their bright worlds. Here are ten to consider for fall… The Marriage Portrait, by Maggie O’Farrell, is a gleaming invitation to 16th century Italy, a world in which court…
An October visitor has lately surprised me, sipping sage in the garden as the maples and oaks and hackberries and dogwoods show red and yellow and gold… Each day I wonder: is this our last together? And think: perhaps that…
“Picture yourself walking through a meadow. There is a path opening before you. As you walk, you feel hungry. Look to your left. There’s a fruit tree in full bloom. Pick what you need.” Thus began one day’s reading, this…
Tulips at Cheekwood will peak this week! “Everything is Beautiful” at the Frist. Susan Page speaks, meets, and greets at the Nashville Public Library (Washington Bureau chief of USA Today, she’s written books on Barbara Bush and Nancy Pelosi). Nashville…
I was already feeling bad about uprooting the orange and black pansies – flourishing in their pots since October – for the sole reason that they look like Halloween, not Spring.“I’m sorry,” I whispered to them. “You have been very…