S U N D A Y P A P E R | volume 40
The 4th of July has been a favorite holiday of mine since I was a kid on my uncle's boat, watching the fireworks shoot off from the shore of our local amusement park. Fireworks are magical, they tickle my creativity and my awe of the world, and I love the silence that surrounds them. Other than the "oooohs" and "ahhhhs" - between the booms, all was quiet. It was the pinnacle of summer ease, the calm eye in the storm of summer fun.
Now that we're moving into the post-pinnacle part of summer, what are you looking forward to? What are you working towards? When life is booming, ooh and ahh. When all is quiet, revel in the in-between-moments.
Red Wine and Blue
This article says that women are either red wine drinkers or white wine drinkers, and we have personalities to match our vino of choice. I honestly completely disagree. I choose my wine based on my mood or the weather and my answers to their "red or white" questions vary just as greatly. What do YOU think? If you are a white wine drinker, even sometimes like me, my dear friend Chelsea names 11 white wines for summer, all under $20. What would go perfectly with one of those whites? This kiwi, chicken, feta salad!
In the ongoing conversation about women in country music, another angle comes to light. What makes the successful women in country stand out? For some, and thank goodness, it's a sense of humor. Most of us long-time Nashvillians have had the honor of hearing a joke or two come from Dolly Parton's mouth. For me it was the Opry's 75th anniversary. Dolly was hosting, and from her bedazzled perch on the stage she asked, "Do y'all know why my feet are so small?" Perfect pause. "Stuff don't grow in the shade!" In her (tiny) footsteps is clever country lyricist Kacey Musgraves. If you didn't buy her record after I mentioned it last week, do so now (or stream it).
Q O T W
You just keep going in hopes the story becomes not people pitting women against each other, which is not founded in truth. There’s no competition. None of us think we’re in each other’s space. -Gwynnie