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Tomorrow is a new year, a fresh start, a clean slate. I like markers.  I like new beginnings.  I like boundaries that separate “this” from “that.”  It gives me a sense of control, however misperceived. 2010 is a year of starting over, in almost every way that I possibly could – even in ways that…

According to the internets, I am a Colorado resident once I meet one of the following criteria: •    I have obtained employment in Colorado. •    I own or operate a business in Colorado. •    I have resided in Colorado continuously for 90 or more days. Well, I moved here with a job.  So.  That’s that. …

I need to tell you about yesterday’s drive. Wait.  First, Merry Christmas.  Merry Christmas!  It’s heeeeeeere! Now for the rest.  It should be obvious by the fact that I’m posting this blog, but lest you wring your hands throughout the holidays, I should let you know that I made it to Colorado last night.  The…

Nashville is a squeal of delight. But Seattle is a sigh of relief.

Do you have any idea how much I appreciate you, my dear readers? You’re a bunch of little sweeties. In the past couple of days, I have gotten so many amazing, caring, encouraging messages from so many of you – via blog comment, Facebook message, voicemail, email, text, or booty slap (okay, that’s just my…

I am sitting in my pajamas in our gigantic den, basking in the sunlight that is shining through the windows.  I have coffee.  My feet are in my old wool socks, and I can hear the whir of the washing machine in the basement.  I have done the dishes, started the laundry, put the mail…

The deed is done. I’m completely moved. Get a Move On from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. Let’s hear it for the Handy Graham! I have amazing friends. And a ridiculous amount of crap. What is it about cardboard boxes and newspaper that make your hands break open and bleed? My fragile little hands look like…

Tonight, I am moving out of my sweet little Music Row apartment – the one that has held me for my first year in Nashville. When I moved in, I had a chair and a dresser; I slept on the hardwood floor in a sleeping bag, and drank my morning coffee wrapped in a blanket…

My friend Matt is in his second year at Princeton Theological Seminary in New Jersey, and the other day, he emailed me saying, “I miss Seattle more and more. Yet, sadly, it’s becoming more of a memory than an old reality.” What an unfortunate truth – and one that has been sneaking into my own…

Things I have seen on my porch in the past week: A spider A cicada A cockroach A lizard A possum A possum. A POSSUM. On my front step, I kid you not. I was approaching my door after dark, and there it was, in the glow of the porch light, just sitting there waiting…