A-Z
Z is for Zimmerman-Clayton
This is the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The triumphant, final alphabetic entry of Z – “zed” if you’re Canadian, or “izzard” if you’re Old English. And I know what you’ve been thinking: “Annie will probably talk about zebras. Or zest. Or zero.” But those are all too easy. So then I started looking…
Y is for Yes
Did I think I had to go to work today? Was I pleasantly surprised to learn that I didn’t? Am I hooked on “Twilight”? When I read it, do I tell my roommates that I’m “vamping it up”? Could I live on pizza and wine? Did I run 6 miles yesterday morning? Did I want…
X is for Xanthous
Yesterday, my roommate got an email from a friend that said, “I just rented a movie. It turns out that ‘XXXmas’ does not stand for ‘Merry Merry Christmas.’” I laughed until I snorted. X does present a problem, doesn’t it? I mean, I refuse to tell you about the time in 5th grade when I…
V is for Vacate, and Vote
Tonight, I am moving out of my sweet little Music Row apartment – the one that has held me for my first year in Nashville. When I moved in, I had a chair and a dresser; I slept on the hardwood floor in a sleeping bag, and drank my morning coffee wrapped in a blanket…
U is for Ubiquity
Let me begin by saying that U is for a lot of hideous words. Udder. Ulcer. Urethra. Uvula. Upchuck. U might be turning into my least favorite letter. However, U is also for Ubiquitous, which is what I was this weekend – seemingly present everywhere at once. Becca and I did a lot. And friends,…
T is for Tradition
Saturday was St. Nicholas Day. The Parsons celebrate St. Nicholas Day. In recent years, our tradition has fallen by the wayside; with all of us scattered (well, okay, currently it’s just ME who is scattered – I’m the rogue), and Jeremy and Ashley having their own family and building their own traditions, and everyone just…
S is for Sister-in-Law
In September of 2007, I was cruising through Kansas as a part of The Big Trip, en route to Nashville. My über-talented sister-in-law, Ashley, gave me the gift of some pictures to use for promoting my music – we spent hours in a field, and then at a barn, and then in a parking lot…
R is for Rest
This weekend, I was overwhelmed with a wave of… I don’t know. Shame? Guilt? Regret? I was knocked off my feet a few days ago, and since then, it’s been a deluge of memories and hauntings and disappointments. I don’t know why I was created the way that I was – wired to both express…
Q is for Quotidian
This morning, I am in a quagmire. I made a quick video on Saturday, but am questioning the decision to share it. The thought of broadcasting my quirks – my quaint qualities within a quadrangle – makes me queasy. I quiver, quaver, and quake at the quandary I am in. Perhaps I should have quelled…
P is for Poof
As a bridesmaid in San Diego this weekend, I was treated to a pre-wedding hair/makeup extravaganza. When first presented with the opportunity to have my hair and makeup done for me, I was hesitant – to say that Annie Parsons is a control freak is like saying that Courtney Love is a train wreck. I…