Annie Parsons

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

I was in Nashville last week, where, as a friend of mine said, it was “hotter than a three-balled tomcat.”  The heat in the South is truly, truly oppressive.  You don’t know what you have until it’s gone – and yes, I am referring to AIR. I am also referring to my car every time…

Good gracious. I am in Nashville, where I have been hit with humidity like a French kiss from the devil himself. Oddly, I don’t mind all that much.  Being with these people that I love has been so good for my soul.  I’ve overbooked myself (as usual), and am running a zillion miles an hour…

My friend Fred Wilhelm writes great songs.  I talked to him a few months back, and told him that some of my happiest moments of the past year were the times that I heard him play this one: I mean, seriously?  That is just the coolest.  I hope this isn’t sacrilegious, but when I hear…

I am flying to Nashville tonight, and am the world’s worst packer.  No, really.  War is to mankind as Annie is to packing.  I ruin everything.  I pack too little, or too much, or all the wrong shoes. Speaking of shoes, I bought a yellow dress to wear to Brook & Cara’s wedding this weekend,…

How is 7-11 still in business when most of them don’t even have gas pumps?  Are Slurpees really a big enough draw? How can I lose so much hair every day, and still HAVE so much hair every day? What does a stress fracture feel like?  Do I have one in each ankle? Where can…

I am torn between wanting to say two unrelated things, so I’ll say them both: Queso is the best. I totally believe in miracles.

One of my nearest and dearest, Christina, sent this to me yesterday.  She remembers well my deep and abiding love for “Newsies” (to this day, Jack Kelly might remain my biggest crush), and combined with my newfound fascination with one Lady Gaga, this is pure magic. Who was your favorite newsie?

I’ve heard it said that to start anything requires a certain willing suspension of disbelief.  You have to allow yourself, on some level, to dare to hope – even in the face of potential disappointment or failure or heartbreak. What a scary place to live.  There is no guaranteed win.  But thankfully, as a sweet…

I’ve been doing some thinking.  I’ve been crunching some numbers. To accomplish Tuesday’s boldly declared goal, I would have to walk 10.6 miles a day, every day, for the next 94 days.  And seeing as how I have walked 0 miles since Monday, I’m thinking that 1,000 before Labor Day may have been a WEE…