Annie Parsons

Wells Fargo Center Is this a beautiful building or what? And it glows gold at night! I made up a story in my head that it was built in the 1920s, since it’s so art deco – but alas, it went up in 1988. No one can say that nothing good came out of the…

I’m almost two months into my time in Minneapolis, and a thought keeps surfacing: did I make the right decision? Because I didn’t just move here – I moved here. I quit my job and took another one. I sold my house and bought another one. I drove everything I own across the country, moved…

If you know me even a little bit, you know that Foxy is my favorite thing in this whole world. For as much as a dog can fill the role, she’s the love of my life. So it breaks my heart to know that she is sad. This transition has been rough on my pup….

I’m a homeowner again – as in, fare thee well, all of my dollars. But for a most worthy cause. A few weeks ago, I traded the little sum I got from the sale of the Shotgun in Denver for a 1916 – farmhouse? Bungalow? Victorian? The official style is unclear, since different elements of…

A few weeks ago, I spent nearly a week with my nephews. Micah and Tyler are 11 and 10 now (someone hold me), and have an entire world of interests and passions and hobbies completely separate from what anyone is telling them to love. One of the things they’re into is superheroes. And when I…

What a week. You guys! I live in Minneapolis now! Wait, let me amend that statement: I live in Inver Grove Heights, which is due south of Saint Paul and a half hour from work. I’m staying with Roger & Judy (you [might] know them, you [definitely] love them) until I close on my house…

When I think of my last days in Colorado, I will think of the temperature – days in the high 90s, the brutal sun beating down on the Mile High City, and me, applying SPF 100 like my life depended on it (which it kind of did). The air conditioner in my Subaru struggled, no…

If you want to feel like a paranoid detective, vacillating between despair, outrage, and downright morbid terror, watch Broadchurch. Despite my glowing summation, I promise you it is the best show I’ve watched in ages. Season 1 is only eight episodes, and you will devour them like a half-starved bloodhound. (But seriously, a horrifying plot…

Well, it finally happened. I freaked out and lost my mind. Back in January, I applied for a job that I was eventually offered in May. This means that for the past six months, I have lived with the possibility (and now plan) of leaving Colorado – and even after making the decision, it’s felt…

As of tonight, my house is on the market. And given all I have accomplished in the last seven days, I feel like nothing less than a freaking superhero (I call dibs on the name Trixie Firecracker). In addition to holding down my full-time job (three more days!), I have moved 30 boxes, a bookshelf,…