Bill Still Brings a Lovely Day “Dadgummitah! Who is he, and what is he to you?” I wish I knew how to answer this question. I find it difficult to talk about Bill Wither’s music. No one speaks for Bill … Continue reading →
shilly-shally – to put off acting; hesitate or waver The American Heritage Dictionary. (1983). New York, NY: Dell “So I suppose he’ll shilly-shally till somebody else will cry snap, and take her.” Fanny Burney, Evelina, 1778 There is this great … Continue reading →
Scents of Nostalgia I was desperate. It was about to be a really bad hair day. I was out of mousse and hairspray. Having neither means looking like I’ve been on a week-long camping trip to Austin in the middle … Continue reading →
My Garden We all have our strengths. My friend can grow anything she touches. At 95 years old, she can out-garden me on the hottest day of the summer. I’ve been learning a lot from her – like not taking … Continue reading →
The Bluebird Cafe One of my favorite places in the world is an unaffected “listening room” just outside of downtown Nashville. Unaffected is my word. Listening room is their term. Both make this acoustic setting unexpectedly electric. And in a … Continue reading →
This is Big D . . . his hands anyway. Big D always says that God made him out of spare parts. He has big hands, which is good because my whole world rests in them. You’ll see a lot of these hands on this blog.
I’m sharing only this part of him for now. I’ve always been stingy with him like that. My family and friends met him for the first time months after we were married. For that brief time in our life together, he was nobody’s in-law. Nobody’s friend’s boyfriend. Nobody’s news. Nobody’s business. And I liked it that way.
These hands have written the best songs I’ve ever heard in my life. They play guitar. They build guitars. They fix guitars. They fix pies. They fix my broken heart from time to time. And they write . . . maybe better than I do.
I’ll share more of him soon. Maybe an elbow or the tip of his nose.
-Anita, Noted in Nashville
**Photo by my friend Melissa. See her info. on the About page.
Make the Pie Higher Big D doesn’t like meringue. I love it, so his helping usually, okay, okay, always ends up on my plate. How do you cover a pie without destroying your perfectly browned peaks of ethereal fluff? Invert … Continue reading →