Annie Parsons
It’s the little things
I’ve mentioned Zach before – my crazy friend who recently moved from Seattle to Nashville, who lived on the JAM House floor for awhile, who now has his own place in East Nashville but we still like to see him, etc. Zach is one of a kind – like a snowflake. Or a fingerprint. Or…
Ain’t got time to blog
You know that old spiritual, “Ain’t Got Time to Die”? Right now, I’m hearing it in my head – but changing it to “Ain’t Got Time to Blog.” Also, a choir of white people is singing it, which adds to the weirdness. In a way – a way I cannot pinpoint aside from the subject…
Have you seen that girl?
Lately, I’ve been missing this girl: The one who smiled genuine smiles, no matter how crooked. The one who went adventuring, even when it was scary. The one who believed good things. The girl who walked 10 miles at a time in the name of exploration. The girl whose heartbreak inspired action. The girl who…
Staring out the window
On my way back from Boston last night, flying between Chicago and Nashville, I looked out my window to the west. The gloaming light was punctuated by the remains of the sunset, blazing melon and pink, both and the same, swirling like tie-dye. As we headed further south, the colors settled into a solid stripe…
Gone to Pleasure Bay
So much has happened in the last day. First of all, the helium balloon. WHAT. Is this the weirdest story ever? First of all, that this Jiffy Pop contraption actually existed – and in someone’s backyard, no less. Secondly, that the entire country was thrown into a frenzy when it was reported that there was…
A collection of thoughts
Controversial foods that I happen to love: Olives Mushrooms Beets Controversial foods that I happen to hate: Tuna Pickles Cauliflower Cauliflower is the worst. It makes me think of cauliflower ear. I have a serious addiction to chewing gum, but I ran out about 8 days ago, and have yet to buy a new pack….
A song I haven’t heard yet
When this life, this world, this Whole Thing is all over, and we have the chance to look back on the story that was our life, I honestly believe that we won’t experience it as a narrative, but that we will hear it as a song – the most beautiful, sad, triumphant song ever written,…
Change and sameness
Life is changing all around me. The weather is changing – yellow leaves swirling around in little cyclones on the streets, the clouds hanging heavy and low, no trace of humidity. The colors are dimmer, the smell, different. Fall has chased out the summer, and taken up residence in Nashville. My focus is changing –…
Marijke Jane
Almost 3 years ago, through the wonders of the internet, I blog-met (it’s a thing, people) a girl named Marijke. “Muh-RIJ-key?” I wondered. No. “Muh-RY-kuh.” Like “Mariah” with a k. A fellow blogger, fellow songwriter, fellow dreamer, Marijke has been living in Anchorage, Alaska, for several years. She has had a steady job, but music…