I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener! Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.
I’m so blessed to have spent the time with my family and the friends I love. In my short life I have met so many people I deeply care for.
Every year, I’m all, This year I’m going to get people together the week before Christmas for birthday drinks! And every year I do nothing of the sort because Christmas insanity and work obligations settle like lead and by the 23rd I feel like I am underwater, and the time just evaporates. I have never gone out to celebrate my birthday. Ever. In 29 years. It’s weird watching other people do it. It looks like…
Don’t mind me, I’m just clicking and dragging and portfolioing. Shelby Farms: Urban oasis A story about the growth and change Shelby Farms is experiencing, accompanied by stunning photos. Check out the story here, as well as Jim Weber’s beautiful photo gallery. In the shadows A follow-up to the shocking CA story about civil rights photographer Ernest Withers’ secret life as a FBI informant. Check out part two of the Withers…
While dinking around online a while back, I saw a 30-before-30 list at Making It Lovely. It got me to thinkin’ about how I’ve got a smidge more than a year before I hit the dirty thirty myself, and I set about making this list. Over-achieving? Under-? 1. Begin composting kitchen and outdoor waste. 2. Lose 25 pounds. Again. 3. Stop drinking soda. Again. (I’ve gotten a head start: No soda in two weeks!) 4.…
You know how when you’ve been sick and barfing for a couple of days, and you’ve gotten all the badness out of your system and you think you’re on the mend and ready to try to eat again, and you very gingerly eat some chicken noodle soup with Sprite to drink or something, to see if you can keep food down at all? That is sort of what it feels like to be back in…
More than three decades and my dad still calls my mom his “green-eyed beauty.” Cheers, you crazy kids.
I have had the worst writer’s block lately. We’re back in town and I have plenty of stories from the trip eastward — many that are downright insane — except I have no patience to sit and write for any length of time. In fact, I am allowing myself a lot of unnecessary anxiety over how and when I am going to sit down and get the trip stories out of me. I want to…
I like Asheville. A lot. We’re staying right downtown near a neat strip of bars and shops and a cute little park. Internet’s not working in the room, which is turning out to be kind of quite lovely. It’s nap time for me and the feller. Then maybe going out tonight. We’re keeping it low key.
Consisted of seven hours in a car to get from Memphis to Dickson (a trip that normally takes three hours), where we are currently staying in a Motel 6, after being stuck in snarled, crawling traffic that sat helpless as it became surrounded by accumulating snow and packed ice on an increasingly unsalted interstate, watching car after car slide off the road and get stuck in the drifts on the side of the road. In…
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