Mom

Next week, my mom is moving to Kansas City.  While this is definitely a good decision for her, selfishly, it’s hard on my heart.  I moved to Colorado to be closer to my parents, and starting next week, neither of them will live here anymore.  This brings up all sorts of questions and emotions for…

Remember when I boldly proclaimed that I was going to walk 1,000 miles between Memorial Day and Labor Day? Well, then I went to Nashville, where being outside in the summer is the equivalent of being in utero without an umbilical cord.  Is that gross of me to say?  I don’t know – do YOU…

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…

For the past several years, Thanksgiving has been the occasion of the Parsons’ Family Christmas Picture.  We usually get some great outtakes – but never so amazing as this. Does anyone know what’s happening here?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Because I have no recollection of this moment. But clearly, Swayze was wrong: SOMEBODY puts Baby in a…

Last week, while the EP listening party was happening here on the blog, and I was steadily posting a new track each day, there was a lot happening in my life.  Like, A LOT a lot. My mom was diagnosed with cancer – soft tissue sarcoma.  The doctors removed a mass from her hip socket;…

Sometimes, my heart needs them. Sometimes, my mind needs them. Sometimes, my will needs them. Sometimes, my faith needs them. Thank goodness for my mom. Who serves as the jumper cables to YOUR soul?

Til the Water Runs Clear from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. I’m here, Mom. I miss you, too.