thoughts from the riverbank

The people in this town must think I’m crazy. Walking the same streets, up and down, carrying a big leather hobo bag stuffed with a laptop and various books, juggling an orange Yeti cup full of water with an iced coffee , sitting down in random places, jotting down notes in a journal like I…

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practice : a meditation

Practice saying “Thank You”. Practice smiling. Practice not hiding. Practice being seen. Practice knowing yourself and being known. Practice creativity. Practice breaking rituals, but Practice finding order. Practice eating well. Practice indulgences. Practice long walks and short runs and sweaty hands and Practice feeling grateful for the strength you have been granted. Practice not looking…

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An Open Letter to Dustin Lynch, On the Day of His Opry Induction

Dear Dustin: Today is a big day for you; you’re being inducted into the Grand Ole Opry. And I, like many of your fans, am so proud of you and happy to hear this accomplishment play out over the radio tonight. But also, I, like many of your critics, am a little sad about it.…

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ghosts.

You’re alone in a 170-year-old farmhouse located in the midst of a 65 acre property on the edge of Williamson County. Cleaning, mopping, dusting, folding, organizing and exploring. You never know what you’ll find when you open the next drawer – treasured sterling silver cutlery? Coffee filters? Quilts? Spiders? Obviously some surprises are far better…

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