Wendyjans

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, th...

I remember as a kid, somebody asking me what I would change about myself if I could change anything. My answer came quickly. I’d be steady, stab...

For months, I’ve been pinning carrot cake recipes on Pinterest. And gourmet side dishes for the Easter lunch we’d host for friends, and da...

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 th...

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 C...

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 profess...

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 ...

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 mout...

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 brag...

I moved to Nashville, TN to pursue my musical dreams 14 years ago. I started out collaborating with lots of people – cowriting, seeking advice, ...