Ah, yes. Dispatches. You thought I’d forgotten about this almost weekly almost worthless post, didn’t you? Well, I haven’t. And today,...

When I was a kid, I used to say that I wanted to live in Nashville. Yeah, I don’t know why I picked Nashville. We came through here a lot...

Many of you are already aware of my dorkiness. (I prefer to call myself “adorkable,” but you are welcome to your own opinions and terms....

You would be wrong. In my memory, Snow seems to have been a welcome, fun-loving, if somewhat unpredictable visitor. But he was just so...

Let’s just say this: patience is not one of my finer qualities. I can’t stand waiting in lines, get frustrated and crazed by Christmas...

Dear Jaguar driver on Blackman Road: First let me point out the obvious: you drive a Jag. A Jag. I had hoped, when you turned out in...

Because, apparently, I’m addicted to asking for your feedback on how I should wear my hair. Today is cut and color day (gotta get my hair...

Christmas decorations make me happy. Not the over-the-top, garish, Christmas music-blaring ones, but the simple ones: twinkling lights,...

Let’s just get this out there: I am not against public displays of affection (hereafter called PDA). Holding hands. Hugging. Kissing. All...

Last week, when I was shopping with my parents in Jonesboro, Arkansas, (don’t ask) on Black Friday (again, don’t ask!), my mom asked me...

OK, I love my job. I really do. But like any job, I realize it’s not perfect; you don’t always get to do the parts of it you enjoy; and...

It’s Wednesday. I wish it were Friday. I had an all day, off-site meeting yesterday and am sort of brain dead. All that combines to give...

OK. I can cook. I may not be a gourmet chef, but I can cook. I definitely am a good baker. I make a peach cobbler that is pretty close to...

So, dear readers, I’m back! Life as we know it (i.e. Nashvegas, work, cooking, random TV show watching, Muffin the Wonder Poodle) is back...

I love visiting my parents. I love coming home to the house I grew up in, hanging out with my brother and sister in law, holding my...

Thanksgiving is over. We made it through. The turkey is put away, the pies are half-eaten, the screaming baby is at home in his bed,...

(So, as Zach Braff so eloquently put it in Garden State, my parents’ house isn’t really my home anymore, but it is a place that has...

Since I’ll hop in the car and drive to Missouri for the great Thanksgiving celebration tomorrow, I’ve been pondering the things I’m...

I should just give up on getting to work at 6:45 a.m. It’s the time I tell people I get here. And it used to be true. Just not anymore....

So Thanksgiving comes on Thursday, but some friends and I decided to get the eating started a little early by celebrating with a...