> This column originally appeared in the Nashville Scene. The woman in the photograph is naked except for a thong and a riot of pearl beads hanging to her navel. She stares brazenly at the camera, her hands on her hips. “Oh my gosh, you look just like a stripper,” I say. “Keep it.” I’m […]
August 19, 2010
>Despite appearances to the contrary, I think it’s fair to say that Bruiser was a difficult baby. When they brought him to me in my recovery room at the hospital after his first checkup, his cries were so piercing, so unrelenting that I sent him back to the nurses for the night after holding him […]
August 18, 2010
>Tens of you have been waiting for this moment, and it has finally arrived… Wednesday afternoon, 3-year-old Bruiser attended his very first SOCCER PRACTICE!! Only longtime Suburban Turmoil readers can understand the importance of this occasion to the Ferrier family. With a husband who’s coached a few dozen teams over the years and three girls […]
August 13, 2010
>I… Threw a party for a thousand people and felt just like I was on “My Super Sweet 16.” Watched two of my friends get up close and personal with an amazing boudoir photographer. Laughed with Isabel until I cried. got lost with Lena and ended up on Times Square on the most beautiful day […]
August 10, 2010
>My whirlwind three-week traveling spree ends here, in Manhattan. Improbably, I’m deep in the financial district, typing away in an underground Starbucks while two of my friends have boudoir photos taken in a nearby studio apartment. I’m wearing a ruffly gingham dress and sandals in a sea of gray and black suits and understated business […]
August 4, 2010
>”So, how is everything?” my mom asked me on the phone a few weeks ago. “Fine, except that it got so hot here in Nashville that I had an asthma flare-up,” I said, “so I had to break out the prescription medicine, which was annoying.” “Asthma?” my mom said, her voice tinged with a note […]
July 30, 2010
> This column originally appeared in the Nashville Scene. It’s nearly midnight, and we’re leaving for the beach in just three hours. I should be sleeping, but instead I’m running the vacuum. My husband has learned not to question what I’m doing — it’s a quirky tradition, a gift I give myself each time we […]
July 27, 2010
>This post originally appeared on HerNashville.com. When it comes to tacky, few towns can compete with Myrtle Beach. The main drag of the coastal South Carolina city is a redneck’s paradise of henna tattoo parlors, dirty arcades, gum-covered sidewalks, Ripley’s Believe It or Not attractions, body piercers, hair wrappers, and trashy t-shirt shops. Last week, […]
July 27, 2010
