Whiskey Sister

She headed east towards Nashville in a beat-up old car with fifty dollars in her pocket and a six-string guitar on the back seat. Just in case, she’d tucked the recipe for Nana’s bourbon whiskey into her left boot. Nana said, “If people can’t appreciate the sweetest sister you ever met, well, there isn’t too much you can do with people like that.” And Nana was always right.

The latest beverage addition to the wine sisterhood. Photographed in my studio with a dragged shutter and my husband's guitar.

The latest beverage addition to the wine sisterhood. Photographed in my studio with a dragged shutter and my husband's guitar.