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The Grass Is Always Greener
Ever wonder what it would be like to settle down and live in the same house for 35 years or so? I get a peek at that life every time I visit my parents’ house in Tennessee. The house was almost a...
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Nashville Is So Not Vienna
Just spent a week visiting family in my hometown, Nashville, Tennessee. Then headed back to my adopted hometown, Washington, DC ( NoVA, really). This is an 11-hour drive on I-40 and I-81 through some...
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Working on the Road
My part-time job (content manager for a non-profit) is totally portable. I’ve finally got my entire working life into the cloud, and can work anywhere with a decent internet connection. On R&R this...
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Here Are A Few Things I Never Saw in Vienna
There are some perks to visiting my family in Nashville. One is that it is a great place for walking. My parents live about a mile from World Famous Music Row.™ If I walk from their house to the Music...
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Thanksgiving, 1972
During my visit to Nashville this summer, I spent an afternoon at my grandmother’s house, sorting her photos. I scanned a few that caught my eye, including this one. Why, you may ask? Well, there’s...
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A Story About a Mountain
Bobbie Jo was a friend of my mother’s, and a community organizer of sorts. She had tightly permed hair, tobacco-stained snaggle teeth, and bright green polyester pants hugging her ample behind....
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About That Flag
I’m not the diplomat in the family. Not by a long shot! But, I am aware that I still unofficially represent the U.S. just by my physical presence in foreign countries. Sometimes, this can be difficult....
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When Your Country Needs a Slap Upside the Head
I just heard a story on NPR’s Morning Edition. The lead-in was “Some Tennesseans want to take refugees from Syria and turn them into refugees from Tennessee.” Awesome. Politicians in my home state,...
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In My Hometown
In my hometown, Johnny Cash welcomes you—right after you pass by the people drinking a morning beer at the airport version of Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge, and the bluegrass musicians playing in the...
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