My mom called me this week to excitedly tell me about the fairgrounds back home being converted into “one of those drive-thru light displays like the one you took me to in Tennessee.” She was referring to the Dancing Lights of Christmas out in Lebanon, which we drove through with Starbucks coconut milk hot chocolates back in 2019.
Out, About: Where to shop for the bookworm in your life
I’ve never met an independent bookstore I didn’t like, but visiting ones in other cities makes me appreciate the magic we have here in Nashville.
Out, About: You don’t need a drink in Nashville to have fun!
That’s the beauty of a barcade and all the other variations of bars with activities: The main attraction isn’t the alcohol.
Out, About: This is Halloween
There is a lot happening around town. So what I really want to spotlight — or rather, lantern light — is one of the lesser-known events this Saturday.
Out, About: Where to celebrate Indigenous Peoples Day and beyond
The week before Columbus Day, sometime in early elementary school, I came home and started to proudly recite the poem I’d just learned: “In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean bl–” My mom cut me off.
Out, About: Ice, ice, baby. Hockey’s (almost) back!
Yes, I am from Florida, which famously has no winter. But I am the biggest hockey fan. Well, second biggest.
Out, About: Much ado about… something
Every summer, I look forward to Summer Shakespeare with a nostalgia that’s not exactly my own. I’m not sure if you can inherit wistfulness or if it’s a learned trait, but mine is certainly my mother’s.
Out, About: Swing your partner round and round
I successfully avoided line dancing, square dancing or any kind of boot scooting for four years in Nashville — until last weekend.
Out, About: An unexpected way to battle this heat
Curling — yes, the one you take an odd fascination with every Winter Olympics before forgetting about its existence for four years — is right here in West Nashville.
Out, About: Fun at the fair(s)
The Tennessee State Fair opened last night in Lebanon, and I can practically smell the funnel cakes from my desk in Metrocenter.