Paris is not Nashville.
In Nashville, when people see you point a camera in their direction they do this:
I miss you, Nashville!
In Paris, when they see you point a camera in their directon, they do this:
Yeah, that’s a hairy eyeball.
And at my house, when you point a camera in the backyard, you get this:
I had a book event to do in Music City last week, and afterwards Top Cat and I took the scenic route between Nashville and Asheville on scenic interstate 441 takes you through Pigeon Forge, TN.
Pigeon Forge is the Atlantic City Boardwalk of the Great Smoky Mountains, so Top Cat and I felt right at […]
This is me, at Parnassus Books in Nashville, last Saturday — Bastille Day — yakking about Le Road Trip:
The author takes a minute to familiarize herself with her own book, in front of a bewildered audience.
I hope nobody noticed my crappy Gap trousers that I had to wear because I forgot to pack my dressy grey […]