How My Dog Taught me to be a Parent

I was walking down my street the other day when I passed a couple walking their puppy. They were alternately beaming and giving commands to their tiny dog as it meandered obliviously behind them. As I...

The 15 Types of Facebook Users

Ahh Facebook. The simple Let’s-get-in-touch-with-our-old-friends website that turned sinister. Jam-packed with drama and colorful characters, there are a few Facebook personality types that we a...

The #1 Reason Writers Don’t Write

Procrastination. Writer’s block. No time. Too hungry. The kids! Too tired….If there’s one thing writer’s are good at, it’s excuses. I think that we all know that these excuses are actual...

A Culture of Kindness

The other day I went for a walk on the greenway near my house. It’s a lovely paved walking/biking/running trail that follows Nashville’s Cumberland River and I have been an avid walker on ...

Help Wanted: Professional Parent

You know when you were a kid and you looked at your mom and at your friends’ moms as, well, Moms with a capital M? As in, this was their profession, they trained long and hard for this job, they...

A girl and her dog

I am sitting in a coffee shop. I’m in the upstairs loft area. I’m immediately curious about the person sitting in front of me, along with her companion. It’s a young woman with a bla...

Get down in the dirt and Be. All. In

Today was the first day of cool, temperate sunshine in a lonnnng stetch of days that felt like being trapped inside a hot, steamy monster’s mouth. So, of course I Carpe Diem’ed the crap ou...

Does Accepting Change = Accepting Defeat?

When we moved to Nashville’s east side 14 years ago…. Well, let’s just say that it was before they made the Tshirts. No one was bragging about living in East Nashville – we wer...