Annie Parsons

Without first being angry, you cannot forgive. Without first being unsure, you cannot trust. Without first being afraid, you cannot be brave. If you find yourself in any of these less-than-desirable places today, you are really just on the verge of a beautiful opportunity. A chance to forgive.  A chance to trust.  A chance to…

Any weekend that includes both this and this – – is a good one. First of all, my blog friend Anastasia came to visit.  We had never met in real life before, but that didn’t stop her from driving 600 miles from Kansas City only to have me drag her out of bed at 4am…

Don’t think for one second that I would attend a class called Sex, Lies, and Rattlesnakes and not report back. The seminar was led by a spunky lady who let us know early on that her aim was to “educate and fascinate” (which, incidentally, is going to be the title of my next song).  As…

Just a few things I would like to mention… Toad’s haircut Remember Toad? SHE GOT HER SUMMER HAIRCUT! She’s still the happiest little Piggy Toad on the planet. Speaking of “Toad” I saw this dead, flattened frog in the parking lot at work.  I took a picture of it.  I don’t know why. The fact…

I know, I know.  Things won’t make me happy.  No matter what I get, things will leave me feeling empty – empty like a Kardashian brain. But let’s just say that it’s Lent, and that for Lent, I gave up frugality. Here’s what I would buy: Charley Harper: An Illustrated Life. This shirt in every…

Something filled up my heart with nothing, Someone told me not to cry. But now that I’m older, my heart’s colder, And I can see that it’s a lie. -Arcade Fire I would rather be ashes than dust!  I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be…

Guess who’s here? GRETA! Last night, we were walking around Wash Park, and looked to our right to see… a roof-top band! They noticed us taking their picture, and yelled for us to come up. Yes.  They yelled for us to let ourselves in through the front door, go down the hall to the staircase,…

When it comes to most friends, the moment that you met them is nothing but a memory, subject to revisions and amendments and those blurry edges imposed by time.  But what if the moment was an actual SNAPSHOT – captured forever, frozen in history? This?  This was July 5, 2008 – the exact moment that…

You have no idea how symbolic this bumper is of my life right now. A fresh start?  A clean slate?  An empty void?  A hella fine backside? Maybe just pure potential? Interpret as you will.  Private Self is asserting herself these days. But I can tell you that in one way or another, it has…

Yesterday, my co-worker Molly got a text from an unknown number that said, “I know where you live.” I have no patience for creepy shenanigans like that, so I had her give me the phone number.  A quick bit of internet/phone sleuthing later, and I discovered the anonymous texter’s identity – a pre-adolescent boy in…