Annie Parsons

Last night’s catfish and collard greens isn’t sitting so well.  Since when have I been an eater of collard greens?  Sheesh.  I don’t know.  It strikes me as odd that I would willingly order something that people would only eat if rummaging for food in the forest.  It’s practically chard. And yet, last night, it…

There is only one thing that would be enticing enough to make me skip “Lost” and pay $36 to go on a date with myself, by myself. I mean, barring an NSYNC reunion tour.  Obviously. Last night, I came home from work and changed my clothes.  I reapplied makeup.  I fluffed my hair, and wore…

Confession: I haven’t written a song since November. GAH.  I don’t want anyone to know that!  I am such a fraud. I feel like a snail – one that has been left out in the brutal sunshine, shriveled up inside its flimsy shell.  I feel no inspiration.  I have no ideas. Oh, sure.  One might…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

Julie [about our 61-year old next-door neighbor] “I want Neal to fall in love.  I wonder if he has a beau?” Annie “A beau is a man.” Julie “What – really?  I always thought it was gender-neutral.” – – – – – – – – Mel “Do we have koozies?” Annie “No… but… we have…

I did it.  And it was the worst best thing I’ve ever done. I have started this post at least a dozen times, and am having a hard time putting into words what happened on Saturday. I could tell you about waking up at 4:30am, and stressing out in a traffic jam on the way…

One of the East Nasties has a bumper sticker that says “Run Happy.” I don’t.  Run happy, that is. Some people are built to run – I am not.  I really do not enjoy running.  Even after dedicating myself for months, pulling myself out of bed every Saturday AND Sunday morning, and watching my mileage…

I don’t have anything to say today.  Because I already said it all to Joey. Joey is a blog friend (good NIGHT, we are such internet nerds), a law student in Austin, a writer, a seeker, a thinker – and as you will see, basically the next Stone Phillips.

Back in March, I went to Kansas to sort through my childhood things and help my parents get their house ready to sell.  While I was there, I found an old jewelry box full of various plastic beaded bracelets, butterfly rings, earrings with no mates, and many, many necklaces whose thin gold chains were knotted…

Netflix has made it easy for me to discover and watch some lesser-known documentaries – so while I love the popular “Spellbound” and “Young At Heart” (seriously – see them both! Your heart will sing!), I’ve unearthed some other gems that you should know about. “American Teen” A film crew descends on a high school…