It was Thanksgiving. And it was the most exciting Thanksgiving we had yet to live through. For the second Christmas season, Abigail was performing as a Radio City Rockette. And this season, she was in the cast that would be performing the Macy’s parade. When you work as a Rockette, your holiday travel is
Opening, Shuptrine Exhibit, Museum Center at 5ive Points September 18, 2018 Magic. Talkin’ ‘bout a recipe for magic. Droplets of water from a gurgling spring that provided life for the
Hello, Gorgeous! Lately, I’ve had many days of driving across the state to Vanderbilt Medical. Because it is a road I now know well, I try to occupy my mind with productive thoughts. Years ago I developed a habit of scribbling notes in a notebook resting on the armrest beside my seat. Because I scribble
Those long snaky fingers. Those long, dark snaky fingers of track that cross farmlands and woodland streams, that tie industrial cities up in knots, that carry everything from blackened coal from the guts of the earth to the farm produce for the dinner tables of Park Avenue…the tracks. You can stand on them and feel
September 19, 2018 It’s His Birthday It’s his birthday. This creature called Clark who was so many things wrapped up in a small bundle. He was our fifth child. Nicholas, our first stillbirth. Alexandra, our second stillbirth. One miscarriage. A beautiful answer to prayer we called Abigail, so aptly named because it means “Source
Movie Moments September 2, 2018 It was her first job after college. An audition, an offer, and a move to a teeny, tiny town in the middle of nowhere, Virginia. A tobacco town of pre-Civil-War mansions and a renovated tobacco warehouse that now housed an art gallery, a theatre, and rehearsal spaces. She was excited.
Once upon a time I was the parent of a kindergarten student and her school days stretched before us like a never-ending road full of excitement, learning and laughter. Then all-too-quickly I was the parent of a third-grader, still learning, still laughing, and still lots of time to do everything we wanted to do. In
It’s the spring of 2018, and a pivotal moment in this gal’s life. I’m headed to a writer’s conference that will be, I pray, the days that determine just whether or not I will actively pursue this business of writing. I’ve toyed with it for years. Had a wonderful experience writing for the Museum Center