Today is a milestone. It is the anniversary of my move across the country to a land unknown, to a place I now call home, Tennessee. When I began my blogging journey, I expected that this first year in Tennessee might read a bit like… Read More
As I think back to July 17, 2010, the day I left, I can still vividly see my Phoenix apartment. All that remained on the ecru walls were the holes left behind by the nails that hung my pictures. The few boxes that I’d be… Read More
I may only have about two weeks left until I have officially resided in TN for a year, but I continue to experience many things for the first time. This was our first 4th of July in Tennessee, and the celebrations began on the evening… Read More
Dear Mr. Mayor: I have been a resident of the City of Murfreesboro for 11 months. I came from the West hoping to find a city with magnificent natural landscape comprised of individuals who were interested in the lives of people outside their own four… Read More
It is 6:35am Monday morning, and I am not awake enough to keep my eyes open to type a complete sentence. Yet, I have plopped myself on the couch with my laptop on my lap (clever name) and I’m writing my new blog. Exactly why… Read More
I have come to realize that the English language is used very differently here. For instance, the word precious. It’s a word I’ve known and used on occasion but here it is used daily. Everything is “precious”. Babies are “precious”. Couples in love are “precious”.… Read More
Summer has “officially” begun. By that I mean school is out and the temperature (and humidity) is on the rise. The summertime blues “I’m bored” is Isabel’s new favorite song, and she has only been out of school a week! How does one entertain and… Read More
The past few days I have been enjoying the weather. The mornings are warm and humid. The sky has been clear and beautiful. Random afternoon storms have been popping up and moving through giving way to beautiful evening sunsets. It reminds me of the weather… Read More
I woke up this morning feeling the burn. The burn from sunburn, that is. How is it that 19 years growing up at the beach and then 18 years in the Valley of the Sun didn’t prepare me for the need to wear sunscreen on… Read More
Last night I had the privilege of listening to a woman share the tragedy and triumph of her life as a holocaust survivor. One couldn’t help but be moved to tears as she showed family pictures from the early 1940’s while discussing the murder of… Read More
Southern Girl 