Cancer

First things first, thanks to everyone who has called/texted/written to make sure I’m okay.  I am not dedicated enough to go to a midnight showing of any movie, let alone a Batman one – and in fact, I wasn’t even in Colorado on the night of the shooting.  I am very much okay, aside from…

Last week, my sister-in-law lost her dad.  My nephews lost a grandpa.  And all of the Parsons lost a man who has been family for the past 9 years. Today, Kent McElroy will be laid to rest in a cemetery in Missouri.  A few weeks ago, he chose his plot, and bought kites to be…

Monday I saw Patty Griffin on Monday night with Rachel, the cutest date ever.  We walked the mile and a half downtown to the theater, which made us feel very city-like. But I’ll be honest: after all of my anticipation and excitement, I was kind of disappointed in the show.  The set list consisted almost…

If I were to write a (very late) blog today, this is what it would say: 3 months of silence. Followed by 1 week of crazy. Beat.  Sapped.  Tired. But happy. Ate so much. Ran so fast. Didn’t really sleep. Got something I was hoping for. Love my friends gobs. And gobs and gobs. Like,…

So, remember why I moved to Denver?  Because my mom has cancer? Well, as she put it this weekend, “I’m not sure that I have cancer.  But I KNOW that I have chemotherapy.” It’s true.  In the last 2 months since the initial diagnosis, cancer has felt like a joke, a deception.  This woman is…

When I moved to Nashville two years ago, I switched to Bank of America because I never wanted to have to switch my bank account again – so naturally, I chose the bank of AMERICA. It turns out that Bank of America is actually the bank of NOT DENVER. – – – – – –…

I moved up to Denver on Friday night, and have been camping out in my apartment on an air mattress; my stuff should arrive late this week.  I live off of exit 206 (an homage to Seattle) on a street called Franklin (an homage to Nashville’s little sister) next to Cheesman Park (an homage to…