My friends Jerm and Krissi commissioned me to take some photos of them and Piper that they can use to give to relatives and frame and put in cards and whatnot. We hoofed it out to My Big Backyard at the Botanic Gardens to take advantage of the cool atmosphere. We were pretty impressed with the place and agreed that for kids, it’s got to be a pretty incredible place to spend an afternoon. As…
Two of the silliest people on the planet. Which, of course, I love. My mom admitted — completely without provocation — that I was conceived on the living-room floor. And then she patted herself on the back about being able to admit that, since she’s got a long history of being extremely modest and not talking about sex in front of her kids. I am unsure of how I feel about this development, but I…
In one night: An older gentlemen — who claims to be heir to millions of dollars he turned down — tells me about his sexual predilection for old women and recites original poetry to me about how life’s easier lived with a good woman. Cute girls are not carded. A man with nice teeth speaks to me in broken Cantonese and climbs on the bar. A vagrant makes kissy faces through the window. I drink…
Oak Pond Glass, a little shop out of DeSoto County, always has a booth at C-Y Fest. This year I was unable to contain my lust. I wish I could link you to their wares, but they don’t have a web presence that I can find. [Project 365]
I took the day off for Cooper-Young Festival so that I could help Planned Parenthood sign people up for e-mail alerts regarding state legislative action on reproductive rights. Lord almighty, I am terrible at working crowds. By some miracle, I signed up seven people. I got rejected by lots more than that. But still. I’m glad I did it. There are a lot of scary things coming down the pike soon, and Tennesseans who value…
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