Northern Girl in a Southern World
OK, confession time: I don't drink sweet tea. I don't own a cowboy hat. I do have boots, but they are not two-steppin' worthy. I only have the country stations on my XM presets because my husband set it up for me. In other words, I am not much of a country girl. Until I moved to Florida in 5th grade, I called soda "pop." To get the full effect, you need to insert a super nasally voice here with lots of emphasis on the vowel sound. Yet, I had the best freaking time at a recent Dixie Chicks concert with friends. I was even stomping my feet when they jammed out a bluegrass instrumental. Slightly out of character for this Michigander. Honestly, when it came up, I only said "yes" because I love the group of ladies planning the trip, and I knew a few Dixie Chicks songs that struck a chord with me. Their recording of Stevie Nicks' Landslide brings me to tears. Every time. Wide Open Spaces is another one. It didn't used to make my eyes leak, but...