Annie Parsons

“So, friends, every day do something that won’t compute.  Love the Lord.  Love the world… Love someone who does not deserve it… Give your approval to all you cannot understand… Ask the questions that have no answers… Be joyful though you have considered all the facts… Practice resurrection.” -Wendell Berry, from Manifesto: The Mad Farmer…

I work for the #1 most reputable company in America.  Feeling so blessed to have the job I do. We’re house-hunting like nuts, and have to be off of Hooker Street in 24 days.  So far, no luck. Denver is treating me so well these days.  It took a little while – but I just…

I’ve known Roommate Hannah since childhood. In fact, here’s a picture of her and me from the days of yore. That’s us at ages 10 and 15. This was around the time that Hannah thought that “Les Miserables” was, in fact, “Lame is Rob” – which is basically the best thing I have ever heard….

We live in a predominantly Hispanic area, and I love the kids who live a few doors down from us.  They’re always outside running around in the yard, yelling to each other in Spanish – yet effortlessly switch to English when I walk past. The other day, I was passing by with the dogs when…

Well, shoot. I have been a horrible blogger, emailer, Facebooker, Instagrammer, and all around virtual presence lately.  It seems as though my Internet Self has opted for hibernation (the best part was the eating and eating and eating beforehand). But it’s not as though my Internet Self is the Real Me, and the Real Me…

I can’t tell you how many times in the last several months that I have sat down to write, only to be confronted with the alarming realization that my spirit feels dry.  The five fairly consistent years of this blog should prove that it’s not like me to have nothing to say – but you…

One night last week, I called Julie on my way home from work. Julie is one of my best friends, knows me very well, and doesn’t mind when I leave long, rambling voicemails – which is what I did that night. Among various and sundry details, at the end of the message, I voiced a…

Contrary to popular belief, the world has not opened up and swallowed me whole.  Despite my silence in this space, I’ve been out and about, alive and kicking, moving and shaking, grabbing life by the horns (or whatever). I’m not so delusional to think that my absence from the internet has ruined anyone’s life.  But…

Something really remarkable has happened: I’ve stopped thinking about moving. I know that this is probably foreign to some people, but I have entertained the idea of moving – no matter where I’ve lived – for at least the past 5 years.  When I was living in Seattle, I was thinking about moving to Nashville. …

Waaaaay back in July, I gave you a glimpse of our home with Hooker House #1.  Then I never showed you anything else. We have less than three months left in our lease, and due to several less-than-ideal situations, April 30 cannot come soon enough.  We will move to a place with a fenced-in yard,…