My grandmother was a storyteller. I’m sure people thought it was charming, but when I was little, I used to wonder how she could possibly talk for so long. Now, eight years into this blog, I’m starting to realize I inherited her same love of storytelling, too. Here’s to you, Jane, and all you others in my life who make every day a story worth telling.
These are the chronicles of the comical, awkward and happy situations I find myself in, shared freely – much to the dismay of my husband/parents/friends. Names are (sometimes) changed to protect the innocent. I’m a left-handed Nashville dweller who likes makeup, indie rock, cats and – oh! stories.