Annie Parsons

A week ago Saturday, Annie opened the front door.  I ran through it.  She had my leash out, so I knew we were going somewhere – but instead of walking around the block one time (as far as I can walk), she lifted me into her car. I like to ride in the car.  I…

Hey, Annie. Oh hey there. What did you not do last night? I did not attend a… seminar? a workshop?… called “7 Ways to Choke a Man Unconscious.” What??!?  Who invited you to such a thing? My friend Mike.  You know him, you love him. Well, it’s really too bad that you didn’t go. I…

When returning my dad’s rental car late last night, I emptied it of the detritus I had collected, and walked into the office to drop off the keys carrying 8 metal poles, a dish full of dog food, a house plant, and a box of Corn Flakes.  And as I walked across the parking lot…

On Saturday, I climbed Mt. Massive, which was my 24th 14er, and my 10th of the summer (which checks #4 off my list of goals for 2011).  Saturday also marked the 4-year anniversary of my move from Seattle – which, in some ways, was the initial leap into really big adventure that’s still unfolding.  Needless…

So.  It’s Friday again.  And not a moment too soon. I’m making this soup for dinner tonight.  After Mom’s gift of the entire pantry, I have every single ingredient on hand. I started training for the Seattle Half-Marathon, which is happening the Sunday after Thanksgiving.  It feels good to be running again. I had stopped…

Yesterday, I was a total crankpot.  Everything was wrong.  Everything was complicated.  Everything was making me nervous and anxious and angry and tearful. During my break, I took myself on a walk around the lake, feeling the clouds hang low to the earth.  I tried to breathe in the cool air – the first traces…

Next week, my mom is moving to Kansas City.  While this is definitely a good decision for her, selfishly, it’s hard on my heart.  I moved to Colorado to be closer to my parents, and starting next week, neither of them will live here anymore.  This brings up all sorts of questions and emotions for…

Julie: “What color is your car – red?” Me: “No – dark green.” Julie: “Oh!  Samsonite – I was way off.”

Sometimes, you find a friend that you didn’t even realize you needed until he’s there, fixing things around your house and giving good hugs. I hired Graham Stoner (aka Handy Graham) off the internet in 2008.  He had just been voted Nashville’s Best Handyman, and shoot.  I needed a handyman.  Simple as that, our friendship…

A few nights ago, I dreamed that I had a bangin’ strapless red dress, and I was so excited to wear it.  I pulled it on, looked in the mirror, and… was reminded that I had recently been tattooed.  Emblazoned across my chest were the words, “Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly.”…