Watching the family across the room at the Mexican restaurant, I marveled at how much we Americans have devolved in my lifetime. Two grade school children staring at iPads reached for chips, blindly dipping them in bowls of salsa. A teen shielded by oversized headphones scrolled through an iPod playlist.… Read More
Just before our wedding an elderly woman who’d been married for many decades handed Becky a thin paperback: Men Read Newspapers Not Minds. Becky read it on the first flight of our honeymoon. The humor on its pages was a couple generations out of date but the wisdom of its… Read More
Joy The Baker notices every ingredient in the cupcake she’s handed at your kid’s birthday party. Jeff Goins finds the dangling participles in the copy on the back of the shampoo bottle. The Nester may have a thought or two about those throw pillows on that sitcom’s couch. I critique… Read More
Yesterday was difficult. I was asked again and again to rethink chord choices and melodies, to ask myself if what I’d written was the most artful it could be. And my answer? No. And I’m OK with that. There’s a subculture of brilliant Nashville musicians who are rebelling against being… Read More
Every Sunday morning my dad and I would get ourselves dressed to the best of our ability and then… “Are you wearing that?” my mom would ask one of us. To which I responded, one morning when the spirit of sarcasm had descended upon me, “No, mom, this is just… Read More
Shaun Groves