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Into Your Arms

September 4th was, by any other account, a Saturday like any before. I woke at dawn, well prior to Abbi and the girls, rolled out of bed, and tip-toed down the steps. I brewed a cup of coffee (half and half, teaspoon of sugar in the raw), cracked the front door quietly, and stepped outside.…
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Into The South, Part 3

I burst through the doors of Fame Studios like a deer in headlights: wide-eyed, disoriented, and out of breath. I’d stumbled through a side door just seconds prior, and been rebuffed and redirected by a cluster of young, handsome, chain-smoking rock ‘n rollers. I blew unwittingly past the studio’s matriarch, Linda Hall, beneath a hand-painted…
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Into The South, Part 2

“10 bucks for parking,” I thought. “Of course.” The lot was shimmering like a National Guitar: sunbaked, half empty, dotted with slow-shuffling Elvis fans. I turned off my rental (a Kia Sportage, natch) and stepped towards the collection of white corrugated-aluminum sheds that constitute Elvis Presley’s Graceland. Not his house, but the dozen or so…
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Into The South, Part I

I landed Saturday, and spent a few nights wandering the empty, sun-bleached alleys of Nashville’s booming south side — behind the Country Music Hall of Hall of Fame, Music City Center, The Johnny Cash Museum and all the rest of Broadway. I am seeing America for the first time in a long time. So much…
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Joe Smith: Vulnerable Confidence

The longer we produce “Friends & Neighbors,” the clearer it becomes what type of people resonate: self starters and creatives, to be sure. Optimists, catalysts, builders, and those who value empathy, relationships and community. People who share their humanity — their very humanness — with humility: the full spectrum of feelings, strengths and weaknesses, confidences…
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Roger Clark: Perfectly Good Stranger

So many cool things have happened in my life when I’ve quieted the worried voices in my head, stuck out my hand, and introduced myself to a perfectly good stranger. Roger Clark was one of those perfectly good strangers.  It was the fourth year of our annual Holiday Benefit in New York City, somewhere in…
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