I believe we all need spaces where we can be heard, where we can express ourselves safely. To bring to the light our darkness and to still be accepted. Porches, patios, malls. Whatever it takes.Read More
But first, the details: The sale is held each year as part of OLS' annual Fourth of July Festival. It's free to the public at 9 a.m., but you can pay $5 to get in at 8 a.m. It's worth it to pay, because people line up before dawn for this sale. It's that good. More than 10,000 items are displayed inside the 13,000-square foot air conditioned gym, with furniture and art in the parking deck. You can get all the details at the OLS Trash and Treasure Facebook page. Volunteers work year round, including an entire month leading up to the event. It. Is. Spectacular.Read More
I know how difficult addiction is to fight even when you come from a place of privilege. This disease doesn't discriminate. Though there's a growing movement of people speaking up about their losses and experiences, the stigma remains. Like this Guardian story says, "drug users have long been one of the most demonised and marginalised groups in society."
So that's why I went to the federal building with a sign that says "Recovery = Resistance: We're already fighting for our lives. Don't make us fight for our healthcare." It's us.Read More
Opportunities are arising that affirm that people want those of us with perspective to write and create. Specifically, it's nice to be able to write about a region in which I have deep roots. I value what I can bring to the table as someone with a lifetime lived in the South (and Florida), and the perspective of seeing communities like Birmingham and Columbia evolve over time. As I've said recently, artisanal doughnuts didn't just start raining from the sky in cities like this -- it's been years in the making.Read More
Happy Friday! So much going on at Gold Shoe HQ. In a nutshell: 70s revised, Italian honeymoons and a major new writing project** on the horizon.Read More
A concerted effort to revitalize downtown has continued to flourish, with Palofox Street at the center; the opening of a beautiful minor league stadium/the Pensacola Wahoos, and a slew of new cultural offerings.Read More
I love the chance to come into alignment with my purpose. This morning, walking in my neighborhood and writing in my kitchen, and planning travel and stories for the summer -- none of it would be possible if I was living half-asleep. Being awake is difficult and painful at times, but it's the only away I can get into true alignment. It's a remarkable feeling, and I wish it for everyone.Read More
I really dig this. First: having a maker event in multiple cities makes it accessible. (Franklin, Atlanta and Louisville are next.)
And while I don't a ton of names on this list, I'm looking forward to seeing what they have to offer. It's another good event to add to our maker community (Southern Makers moves here this August; Make Bhm recently celebrated its grand opening).
We're a community of makers -- and a region of makers too. I do love watching the evolution of it. See you in Birmingham this weekend?Read More
Not a year would go by, when, at Memorial Day, I didn’t mention this to a friend. “What would an actual summer be like as an adult?” One where I didn’t have to get up at midnight to jockey for a place in line at myraid a day camp -- knights in training, water play. He didn’t mind those camps when he was smaller, but got restless with the monotony of it all. I did too, often times wondering if there wasn’t a better way as I pulled away from the YMCA, or sped toward it to make pickup time.Read More
Hi! There is so much going on here at Gold Shoe HQ. In the middle of all of the changes afoot, I thought I start doing a weekly roundup of what's going on, and the things I'm into each week. This first one is running on a Monday, but I might switch things up as the week goes on. Let's jump in, shall we?Read More
I think we’re all together in this, and I’d like my media sisters and brothers to step up in considering how they frame the alcohol narrative.Read More
I bare them now in the hopes of encouraging other women. One of the greatest gifts of the past few months has been to begin to work with women who are confronting the wounds buried in their heart muscles. Out of self, into service -- it's part of the deep healing.
More to surrender, more to release. Every day I'm thankful to be guided to the source of the pain, and of the healing.Read More
I've been thinking a lot about graduation. Because I sort of just graduated myself. There was no cap and gown, or cake, or engraved picture frame. There was no, "Do you have your roommates picked out for the dorm," or "What is your major going to be?"
In the biggest graduations, there usually isn't any of this.Read More
When Nikki Myers identifies herself in public, she says she always starts by saying "Hi, I'm Nikki, and I'm a recovering _____" (alcoholic, love addict, spending addict, etc.) Then she goes on to say that she has an MBA, is a mother, a grandmother, a yoga therapist, and an author. The founder of Yoga of 12 Step Recovery says she'll say the same thing whether she is speaking to people in recovery, or the United Nations, which she will do soon. "While all of those things inform my walk in the world, none of them define me." We can be so many things all at once -- we are so many things all at once -- why not just claim them? Our "ands."Read More
If this had happened earlier in my life, I would have gone straight to a bar. I would have beat myself up. But recovery has shown me another way. Last night, through my tears, I took off my stifling black pants, changed into leggings, and drove to the closest meeting, where I was comforted and supported. Where I got to tell people: one of my greatest fears came true today, and I did not have to drink.Read More
Beyond the shoemaker's children, I often think about what, by writing, can I add to the conversation? There's just so much noise. So many influencers. So much media.
Where do I exist in the mix? How do I use my limited energy to tell the stories I need to tell? What are they?Read More
You know how everyone posts cactus and pool photos and is all #PalmSprings? Yeah I'm that person. Or was. Now I'm a person sitting back on her couch in flannel leopard print pajamas, but for six glorious days I was all sunsets and cacti. And it was pretty great.
This spring break week in California wasn't just sightseeing -- it was about connection. Cacti and connection.Read More
I got what I've been talking about my entire life: telling my own story, honestly. And now, I will do it again. For the next 24 hours, and God willing, for the next year as I continue to go deeper in this work.
I tell it for myself because I have to, but I also tell it for the woman who is in that hotel room, or on her couch, or in any dark place this morning. I want to say: I don't have bags, and I don't have a ticket. But I'm awake, and I have a cup of coffee for you, and we can travel together.Read More
But -- I know what it's like to wake up with existential dread and feel like I need to apologize to someone. So maybe I don't write as much to that specific concertgoer as I do for someone else who needs to read this. Maybe there's someone else out there that needs to know that coffee at concerts is OK, and that crying to songs because they make you feel is OK too. (And if you want to drink and can, OK. You do you. But be careful please.)Read More