I sat in my car in the public parking lot across the street from the tiny brick building sandwiched between two much larger brick buildings on a Nashville side street nervously debating whether or not I would actually go in. I had never been in a bar before and I hadn't come to Nashville expecting … Continue reading Life in Narrative #4: Vestal!
A few weeks ago, I wrote a short narrative about an encounter I had with one of my neighbors during my morning walk. I described the somewhat comforting effect that our very brief conversation had on me; helping me to realize that in the midst of the chaos that is our modern world, there are … Continue reading Life in Narrative #3: She’s Moving (An Update), And I Feel Like a Bad Neighbor
Sometimes the smallest things make me think of them. Widlflowers blooming in a neighbor's yard. A song on the radio. The smell of bacon frying in the morning--always the smell of bacon frying. It seems to happen when my thoughts are farthest away, and busiest, and least likely to stop me in my tracks. The … Continue reading Life In Narrative #2 — The Can Opener
This morning, during my morning walk, I ran into one of my neighbors. We cross each other's paths quite frequently, actually; I am always walking, and she is always headed for her daily outings. Rarely are there more words exchanged than a simple, "Good morning" by each of us--but always a smile and wave. This … Continue reading Life In Narrative #1 — Going to Play Bridge: How My Next Door Neighbor Made Me Feel Better About the Whole World