Probably no place has punctuated my Nashville life as much as Davis-Kidd. When I moved here, I was in my late twenties; now I’m getting letters from AARP. And DK has been a part of every one of those years. I can’t imagine Nashville without this store.
Davis-Kidd was where I shared a kiss while perusing the classics section one cold January day. It was the place I spotted a former boyfriend having coffee with his new lover in the café. Its aisles of books supported me when I was heart-broken but couldn’t bear to stay at home any longer. It was one of the places that I always took my parents and sister when they came up to visit. It has been the home of my writing group every other Thursday for almost two decades now. I’ve read stories to my little "niece" in the children’s section, and it breaks my heart that my little "nephew," born this past September, will never have this experience.
No trip to Green Hills has ever been complete without stopping in to see what’s new at Davis-Kidd. It probably sounds melodramatic, but this store is a part of me. And I will feel incomplete for a long time once it’s gone.