It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and while I’m a little embarrassed by it, as this is a forum to express myself, I’ve also just been out of words. The past few months has been littered with exhausting work and play, developing projects, the creative process, a haunting election, and now the aftermath of said political hoo-haa. Of course, there are words, there are millions of them to be said and written and expressed, but I’m having difficulty putting them into sentences that reflect the times along with my broken little heart.
(this is a marathon length post, so SPOILER)
It all started Alumni Weekend, last October 2015, 20 years after high school. I stayed with one of my oldest and dearest friends on Lookout Mountain, TN, where I was raised well, even after all the middle-of-the-night sneak outs and kissing boys, smoking cigarettes unwell. I drove into town from Atlanta with another high-school sister, my senior roommate, the only year I boarded away from home. When driving North to Chattanooga, you round a corner directly under Missionary Ridge and just beyond the bend, a great looming, vast city, bordered by mountains, hills, and ridges announces itself to you.
This week, my post was going to be … a glass of wine.
How to open it, pour it, and drink it.
And then I remembered, most people reading this already know how to do that. And do it well. So I decided not to waste your or my time.
It’s the first Tuesday after Coachella and I get a sense that everyone is somehow thrilled it’s over. Maybe it’s my harrowing view of music festivals and grouchy age, but as much as I wish I could escape to the desert for the weekend, embrace complete freedom and walk in circles from one amazing artist stage to another, it just wasn’t in my stars. Roasting a bird, however, right up my weekend alley.
Not too long ago, a few friends joined Sierra and I for a summer bowl of soup, cornbread, mango micheladas, mint margaritas and a key lemon tart with blueberries. Even on a hot summer day, a bowl of soup can work… as long as dear friends share a seat in the shade and join us sipping something cold.