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Please stop in at Bacon for the next few weeks to enjoy summer interviews with some of Nashville’s most interesting couples – what they’re up to, what they remember about summers past, what they’re reading right now! Richard and Barbara Keith…
When I picked up Pepper from puppy playtime yesterday, she didn’t have her usual cheerful demeanor. Maybe it was the heat – or maybe something else. “What’s up, Pep?” I asked. “I’m just tired,” she replied. “I don’t think you’re…
Today’s guest contributor, Sara Bhatia, lives in the whirling vortex of Washington, D.C., but she keeps a remarkably steady spirit and intellect. Lately, she’s enjoyed volunteering at the Newseum, one of Washington’s most popular museums, which focuses on the First Amendment and journalism. “In…
In honor of yesterday’s Summer Solstice, I give you today’s Bacon: one of the loveliest poems ever, by e.e. cummings… maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell…
I picked up a paperback off the Father’s Day table for myself. The World’s Largest Man is Harrison Scott Key’s comic tale of growing up in Mississippi with his larger-than-life father – a hot-tempered hunter, gun-lover, and football coach. Key, inheriting…
“I love the warmth and flexibility of summer!” says Bacon contributor Carolyn Hall. “Case in point, I had a free night last week while my husband took our daughter to a college visit at his alma mater. I convinced a good…
Pepper and I were sitting outside this afternoon, both of us hot. I had thrown the frisbee for her and walked around the yard, but my heart wasn’t in it. I finally sat down in the wrought iron chair on the…
Regular Bacon contributor Laura Cooper has expectations in check for the summer. “I definitely think summer ranks right up there with New Year’s Eve on the expectation-vs-experience, sine-cosine graph,” she observes. That being said, she’s “eager to enjoy the day-to-dayness”…
Pepper and I were puttering around the yard late one afternoon when we found the lifeless body of a juvenile red tailed hawk at the base of a pine tree. High above, in that very tree, was the nest. I was…