I went to Nashville with the thought of buying myself a Christmas present, most likely a pair of cowboy boots. I mean that's what you get when you go to Nashville, right? What I came home with was two vintage inspired dresses, a super cool poster, a couple of Christmas ornaments and a straw cowboy … Continue reading Shopping Nashville
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Sunday supper – Husk, Nashville
When the girls and I go away we each have a role to play - Mary Lynn does research on music and shows to attend, Lisa is in charge of outdoor activities and places to visit and I arrange dinner reservations for an indulgent meal out. The Times Union's Steve Barnes had mentioned Husk to … Continue reading Sunday supper – Husk, Nashville
Holidaze 2015
Despite having sent out 95 holiday cards, I still feel as if the holidays passed by without nearly enough time for me to make contact with all of the people I had hoped. Shit, I guess I can say the same thing about the entire year. Sometimes I think that TIME is the ultimate 4-letter … Continue reading Holidaze 2015
First impressions – Nashville
Nashville's Holy Trinity seems to be the man bun, the fuzzy beard and flannel shirt. Any one of those can be subbed out for an ironic pair of glasses. I am not stating this in any sort of critical fashion, it's merely an observation. Kind of like how no one other than the three of … Continue reading First impressions – Nashville
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
This is my last day of work until New Year’s Eve, a fact which I’m kind of excited about. When you factor in that I’ll be away with a couple of my best girlfriends exploring bourbon a new city, I get almost a little giddy. Good times are ahead and I’m ready for them! Last … Continue reading It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
How Asheville became Nashville
If you said "by adding an N," you'd be on the right track. An N as is No way, Not possible, Never happening and Not since you bought that wine bar. You see, the girls and I decided months ago that a road trip between Christmas and New Year's Eve to Asheville seemed like the … Continue reading How Asheville became Nashville
My plate is full
Thanksgiving has once again come and gone leaving behind a turkey carcass and the promise of homemade soup. The boys were with their dad and his large family on Thursday. I sent them off with a loaf of freshly baked bread, content to spend the morning tramping around the golf course with Jeter gathering bittersweet … Continue reading My plate is full
