Annie Parsons

Me: “Don’t you want to roll your eyes at people who don’t know the difference between stationary and stationery?” Him: “It’s an easy mistake – the only way I remember it is that e goes with envelope.” Me: “I remember it because e goes with letter… which, now that I think about it, is a…

Emma is a very cool place with very cool people. But on Sunday, PZC asked me, “So, now that you work at Emma, are you going to be one of the effortlessly hip?” “Um… no, probably not.” “I know,” he replied.

This is the day – the day that I re-establish myself as a contributing member of society.  I am uniting myself with the ranks of the fully employed. After 19 months of instability, I start at Emma this morning. I have no idea what to expect – except that it’s going to be good.  Whatever…

Yesterday, I worked Ye Olde Temp Job until about 3:30, and as I was walking out to my car, I thought to myself, “Tut tut, looks like rain.”  I was wearing a white button-down shirt, and decided against a stop at the grocery store, because what if it rains?  And my shirt becomes see-through?  Kroger…

Did Sly stop with “Rocky IV”? Did Nadia Suleman call it quits after 6 kids? Did having brothers named Track and Trig prevent Bristol Palin from naming her son Tripp? No. And in the same way, bucking common sense and what might seem like an obvious result… did the demise of my temp-job in this…

Hey, remember when I used to post every morning, Monday through Friday – and not at all on the weekends?  Well, listen up, my little parakeets: those days are over. I don’t know what days are upon us.  But the fact of the matter is that my life is different.  I don’t know where it’s…

When I lived in Seattle, I was very, very independent. I lived alone. I paid my bills. I assembled my own Target furniture. When I dropped off my car for a repair in Ballard, I walked the 3 ½ miles to work rather than call for a ride. It wasn’t that people weren’t willing to…

Last week, the stars aligned. First, my friend Debbie dropped me an email, seemingly out of the blue, asking me if I read any Annie Dillard. My reaction: does Rick Astley shake his groove thang? Annie Dillard is breathtaking – one of my favorite writers. Her “Living Like Weasels” makes me want to throw a…

Yesterday marked the release of the long-awaited, long-anticipated fourth chapter in the “Indiana Jones” saga. I probably won’t see it. Not that I have anything against the movie – it’s just that I haven’t been to a movie in months, and haven’t really had the desire. Have movies lost their magic for me? Maybe so….

It appears as though Jim Halpert may have a run for his money. This was the world’s most humble and magnanimous win I have ever witnessed. I am blown away by this man. His modesty and grace make him so likable, I can hardly stand it. David Cook has cemented himself into my heart, and…