Stephen Yeargin

“Should this mirror go?” “Yeah, the water was at least that high, and the wood is probably starting to mold.” I set down the prybar that I had been using in a futile effort to remove the carpeting edging and placed both hands to either side of the mirror. I stopped suddenly. “Wow.” On the [...]

The alarm had gone off two hours prior, but getting out of bed this morning was a chore and a half. We had watched and celebrated the Nashville Predators nab their first road playoff win over the Chicago Blackhawks late into the night before, and the older we get, the earlier our bedtime is supposed [...]

Metro Nashville schools were out this week on spring break, meaning that my already short commute whizzed by that much faster. I have finally hit a point where I can make the trip between our apartment and work without a whole lot of thought, muscle memory taking over and driving me to and from the [...]

This is likely the longest amount of consecutive time I have spent in front of a computer not owned by my employer in two months. I am not actually accomplishing much, just leisurely perusing the Internet. The last two months have been rather expensive with the move and whatnot, but has been far less financially [...]

The words “unseasonably __” have come to mean little so far this year, but they are being tossed around anyway. We have had two or three snowy/icy days lately that brought the city to its knees (or out to play, depending on your perspective). And today, in February, we had 60 degrees and sunny without [...]

I probably need to pack. At least, I need to keep packing. It is not like I need much of a reminder — our apartment is covered in bins, boxes and bags. Everywhere I turn there is something that I could trip over, or eye wearily knowing there are three floors below us before that [...]

It was still there on Thursday morning as I wearily walked to my car, but the warmer weather of the last few days finally put away the remains of the tiny snowman the kids downstairs had built next to the bush. We had all survived the Great Flurry of 2010, one that only kept me [...]