This page has moved to a new address. Musings from an East Nashville Mom. Everybody needs a little more chaos at Christmastime, right? So we figured why not move the whole site. 5-year-old, was telling me about craft time at school, which involved him pouring glitter over his artwork.

Sunday, March 20, 2011. I wonder what it would have been like to have a beer with Larry Brown. You know good and Goddamn well that Joe. From this porch lovingly lined with bourbon, books, and cigar smoke, I see rippled puddles .

A quirky little dive at the corner of Sarcasm and Endearment. Required safety warning, absolutely priceless. I still want the mac and cheese.

Through no fault of their own, however, it ends up being an impossible task. People are helped along, though, from the stories of parents, other relatives and friends. These people help piece together one of the greatest questions you or anyone else may have about life.

Sometimes a blogger, more of a twitterer. Tuesday, April 15, 2008. Popovers were served at Sunday breakfast and you were allowed only two. We also went to town once a week and could buy a drink and some candy.

Navigating the Treacherous Path Between Sanctimonious Elitism and Populist Nonsense. Tuesday, March 29, 2016. The second published novel by Lanette Kauten, is the story of a romantic relationship between two women in Deep Ellum, an arts district of Dallas, Texas, around 1990. It is also a tale about our world asking important questions about meaning and significance. Does the existence of a passion mean that someone should indulge it? Do investors and salesmen .

Today marks the two year anniversary of this blog. It started out as a curious look into what this thing called blogging is all about and has turned into a phenomenon of a hobby. I thought what I wanted to do would be si.

Datta Dayadhvam Damyata Shantih Shantih Shantih. The Bullet, She Is Bitten. I have made the leap, followed the herd, whathaveyou. Future entries of Just Another Pretty Farce.

I Say Potato, You Say Kartoffel. A 40 something curly headed misfit just trying to find her way. I am new to FB but I knew the photo would hit their walls due to the tag. I did not know my commentary would go along for the ride. That is not an excuse, simply the truth. I had a first cousin and her husband insinuate that I was.