Posts from the ‘Roxanne’ Category

17
May

What’s in a name? A lot.

I’m in Nashville, staying with my friends, Ashley & Josh. I have three sets of friends here, actually, but one is out of town and the other is busy, so I am with Ashley & Josh for the entire three nights, which is pretty swell, since I have not seen Ashley in nine years and had not met her husband, Josh, before this past Sunday. They were both working today, though, which gave me a lovely morning to catch up on writing and after about four and a half hours of that, I took their dog, Lincoln, out for a walk to clear my head. We ended up at this gorgeous green space in the ritzy Belle Meade neighborhood and we tromped around the woods for about an hour and a half, which gave me plenty of time to think— namely about names.

Take Lincoln, for example. When Josh was growing up, his family had a dog named Gorbachev and Ashley thought that was very cool, so when she and Josh adopted a dog together three years ago, Ashley suggested they name him after another world leader, which is how a goofy, black dog came to inherit the surname of our 16th president. But if you ask me, it suits him. Did you see his regal stare in the photo above? Read moreRead more

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1
May

I’m sorry. Was that (were those) too many parentheses?

I wasn’t going to write about this, because I was trying to play it all cool and stuff, but first of all, I’m not cool and even if I were, a girl has to geek out sometimes, so this is one of those times. One of the best moments of my life thus far (other than the time about 10 years ago when my friend, Chad, was dropping me off at the airport curb and opened all his doors, blasting “Total Eclipse of the Heart” at top volume, while we unloaded my suitcases and said Goodbye) happened yesterday: I met and hugged The Bloggess and she called me her new best friend. The latter was because I had given her this brown paper bag-wrapped tube and she asked what it was, so I said “tequila,” because that’s what it was. Later on Twitter she said that she had finished the Listen to Your Mother symposium, which is where I met her, and that it had gone well and that some sweet women (somehow I got pluralized into more than one girl) gave her what she thought was an umbrella and then turned out to be tequila, which was a happy mistake, and then because people were clearly asking her how on earth she could have confused the two, she posted a picture of the tequila all wrapped up in its brown bag with a handle on top and the funny wooden cap poking out, and she gave credit to my Twitter handle for giving it to her. Read moreRead more

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25
Apr

I could act like I’m not totally bummed and all out of sorts …

… But the truth is: this sucks.

So, you know my wheels flew off about a week ago and nearly killed Rennie and me, before starting a fire and then almost stranding us in South Texas, until these two angel truck drivers came and rescued us from the side of the road— oh, you don’t know that story? Well, then I guess you missed my last podcast.

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21
Apr

Car demons and roadside angels

Things don’t always go as planned. That’s a certainty in life. But if you’re lucky, it will happen when you are surrounded by people who can help you get through it. Join me on this week’s episode for a little drama and trauma down in South Texas. Read moreRead more

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1
Apr

Roxanne the bed-wetter & other crazy tales

My dad was the first one to play an April Fools joke this morning and it was so unexpected from him, that it made him, my mom and me practically roll around on the floor laughing for, like, five minutes. I mean, it was funny but not that funny. Basically, he pretended there was a huge spider behind my mom and when she flipped out, he reminded her what the date was. Then he was on a roll, so he said that I should write a special April 1 blog entry and string people along, and I said that I did not have to do that, because my truth was far stranger than fiction. But I only said that, because I was home again, having only been able to stay away for about six days, which in and of itself was kind of funny. It was still early in the day, though, so things had not taken a total turn for the crazy yet.

Time out. Those of you who are not following the Flit Flitter fan page are probably totally lost right now. “You’re home again?” you might be asking, because last you heard, I was finishing up my Atlanta visits and then I was going to begin my big push West to Vancouver. That was all supposed to start today, by the way. Ha. As if I didn’t have a small, tiny doubt in the back of my mind that it was going to get thwarted somehow. Read moreRead more

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26
Mar

Did I mention I left Athens?

I’m writing this post from the back of Roxanne, sitting at her bright, red table with a beautiful lake out my back window. More about that another time. The important thing here is that I am in Atlanta, not Athens. I finally left the vortex yesterday, officially putting an end to the Home for the Holidays category under which I was writing for nearly four months. And though it was very much like cutting the umbilical cord all over again, leaving my wonderful parents’ home, it was time. I had spent a third of my trip at their house. Read moreRead more

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