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Internet, have you met my brother Jeremy? One half of The Parsons Photographers (along with his super-fly wife Ashley – or Ashlug, as we call her, since initiation into the Parsons family includes receiving a name that sounds like a flesh wound), dad to the Sparking Wonder Boys Micah and Tyler, recent half-marathon runner, awesome…

I go on walks – long walks – pretty much every day, sometimes multiple times a day, sometimes alone late at night. (I know. Just… I know. I shouldn’t do it. I know.) Recently on these walks, I have seen: Twin Old Ladies Y’all. I’m not EVEN kidding. There they were, up ahead of me,…

“Rule #1: when all else fails, follow instructions. And Rule #2: don’t be an asshole.” (Anne Lamott, Plan B)“It’s not a crime to be an asshole, but it’s very counter-productive.” (Hancock) – – – – – – – – I thrive on words. I read novels slowly and carefully, savoring the phrases, and underlining sentences…

Here in Nashville, a heavy emphasis is placed on “who you know.” A lot of name-dropping happens, and networking is important within the music industry. And so obviously, it’s easy for me to feel very unseen here; I don’t have too many connections to the big, “important” people. But that’s okay. At work, the FedEx…

We’re all a mess. We’re all people in process. We’re all flawed, and lonely, and in our most vulnerable moments, very afraid. It doesn’t matter if you have money, or not. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a relationship, or not. It doesn’t matter if you drive a nice car, or wear cool clothes, or…

I love the Bluebird Café. It’s probably my favorite “thing to do” in Nashville. Since arriving here two months ago, I’ve been going about once a week, just to listen and enjoy the writers. If I’m with a friend, then typically we’ll sit and eat (I enjoy their Big Salad with grilled chicken), but if…

For ages, America has been keeping a secret. In all of my road-tripping travels, I never unearthed the truth. But this weekend, all of that changed. What was once kept tightly under wrap is now being revealed via this blog. I experienced the Central West End of St. Louis. And it was amazing. Equally cosmopolitan…

Everything is bigger in Texas. Including my blog audience. I recently installed a blog tracker simply out of raging curiosity about who reads this blog. While it doesn’t tell me WHO is reading (go ahead and breathe that big ol’ sigh of relief), it does show me where the readers are coming from. And not…

My name is Annie Parsons, and this is the longest day of my life. I am finally home after a 2 1/2 hour subway adventure, trying to make my way home to Heidi’s. I left my friends Sarah and Alex’s place at 11:15, and thought, “I can make it back – no problem.” I would…

This is my third stint in Nashville this fall, and am I ever glad. When I pulled into town on Tuesday night, I had an odd sense that, “Ah, I’m home.” Is that strange? Seattle will always feel like home to me, but that does not mean that another place can’t feel equally “right.” I…