On the sixth day of Christmas, my locale (almost) gave to me… Six mountain songsters Five RayLen wines Four to-do lists Three deadlines Two aspirin and a deer crossing just before me.
Tonight, I may be feeling a little less snarky than usual, because I get to watch the premiere of some rockin’ original songs by my before-there-was-Facebook friend Leah Shaw (leahshawmusic.com). Leah will be playing from 5 to 7 p.m. at what is for both of us an alma mater of North Carolina wine: RayLen VineyardsContinue reading “Getting on the L Train”
10. A pine needle trail that would make Hansel and Gretel proud. 9. A bin of empty bottles bearing the words “holiday” or “seasonal.” 8. Glitter, glitter everywhere. Everywhere. 7. A homemade wreath ten pounds heavier for all the wire holding it together. 6. A miniature Santa sharing mantel space with a jar of PixyContinue reading “10 Signs of Celebratory Success”
Road trips abound in opportunities to contemplate identity. The right music helps: Antje Duvekot’s “Vertigo”, John Gorka’s “Broken Place,” and Sarah Jarosz’s “Edge of a Dream.” “oh the view from this heighthigh above the ferriswheel lightsmight cause me to swaybut i am teaching myself to be brave” “That beautiful broken place you could not outshineContinue reading “I Lied About the Vertigo”