Well, here I am. Annie Parsons.
I grew up in western Colorado, but ever since graduating high school, I've been on the move: Seattle, Nashville, Denver, Minneapolis, and now back to Nashville. Having lived in so many places, one might think I couldn't possibly have a strong sense of home — but to be honest, I find myself more "home-full” than "homeless."
While I have loved everywhere I've lived, each move has been bittersweet. I miss so much about my former cities, the people most of all. When I imagine heaven, I think of one big neighborhood where we can all walk to each other's houses for dinner under twinkly lights like the Bravermans.
I have a dog named Foxy Brains, and she is the best little mutt in the whole wide world. She and I live a sweet life full of walks, talks, and cheese (there is a lot of cheese).
I have worked a variety of jobs over the years. Wherever I find myself, I try to show up, be kind, and do my part. So far, mostly so good. These days, you can find me hawking snack bars for a well-known brand. It's pretty great. I love my job.
Writing is my favorite thing. I feel most like myself when I'm stringing together words like beads on a wire, turning them different ways like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, or sometimes fitting them to a melody. The practice of writing makes me more aware, more observant, ears attuned to any truth worth telling. But the biggest gift that writing has given me is a greater appreciation for other people’s words. I’m a better reader. I’m a better listener. And I love good songs more and more.
I keep this blog as an outlet for my writing, my stories, and sometimes for dumb jokes. Thanks for being here!