One chilly autumn night nearly ten years ago, Hal and I wandered three blocks north along then-sketchy 12th Avenue South and crossed the threshold of Mirror Restaurant…rather sheepishly, I should say, as we were most unattractively coated in drywall dust and related old-house grime. “Um, is it OK for us to come in here like…
Work took Hal and me back to Florida last week: me to Orlando and Miami for a Women in Aviation conference and a speaking engagement there, Hal to Pensacola to investigate some real estate holdings. After I picked Hal up at JAX airport on Friday, we cruised straight to Apalachicola, where we’d made new friends…
Nashville’s own mini-Snowmageddon found me at the Blair School of Music, interviewing a daring young composer, Blair dean Mark Wait, and the Blakemore Trio – a trinity of musicians and Blair professors. (You can hear the WPLN feature here.) I know approximately nothing about “classical music,” so little, in fact, that I am not sure…
Some people think I’m a food snob because I tend to sigh when they invite me to Cheesecake Factory or Outback for dinner. I know, sighing is a bit passive-aggressive, and I really should learn to be more agreeable. I don’t want to be one of those condescending food people who holds court about the…
I met an articulate and vivacious high school teacher named Cindy at Art Crawl last fall. We hit it off. She’s a writer and a lover of classic literature, so we had lots to talk about. And then I noticed what she had for sale: T-shirts for book geeks. I fell in love with…
Just in time for Hal’s and my 9th anniversary (which we believe to be this Friday), and also for Valentine’s Day (which Hal insists is “Amateur Night”), here is the story of how Hal and I met and how I asked him to marry me on a rudimentary slip ‘n’ slide. Apparently, plenty of…
A humble homage to a lovely friend who left the planet far too early.
The Greenery 