Sad
Our only comfort
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…
I will never have roommates again.
And no, not because it’s been so awful. Only because nobody else could ever, ever compare. I will always be a JAM girl. And now, excuse me while I go weep.
Closing in
We are down to single digits: I am moving in 9 days. And yes, I have Christmas parties 6 of the next 9 nights. I might run out of outfits. That said, posting may be light until after I get to Colorado. I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of Nashville until…
Ripping my heart out
I cannot look at the Nashville Humane Society website. It breaks my heart into a million little pieces. I want to save every dog without a home. Or at least this one. Her name is Annie, too. Anyone who beats or abandons a pet should be put in jail. But instead, it’s the dogs that…
Broken
This morning in our new house, because of a miserable failure on my part, we awoke to no heat and no hot water. We have spent the past 2 weeks with no internet, and since I left my phone charger in Kansas City after Christmas, I’ve been limping through with no real phone access. My…
At the end
We are counting down to New Years’ Eve, making our plans for cocktail attire and merriment, or for Dick Clark and take-out, or wondering where that rogue kiss might land – in any case, looking forward to a fresh beginning and a brand new start. But today, my great-grandma is dying. And today, Ben is…
S is for Sister-in-Law
In September of 2007, I was cruising through Kansas as a part of The Big Trip, en route to Nashville. My über-talented sister-in-law, Ashley, gave me the gift of some pictures to use for promoting my music – we spent hours in a field, and then at a barn, and then in a parking lot…
Ignored by England
I don’t think that women should wait until they get married to get good kitchen gadgets. That would be a drag. And so a couple of years ago for my birthday, all that I asked for was a set of sharp knives in a cutting block, and a really awesome blender. Note: this was the…
A report from the Island of Woebegone
We interrupt this 4-day series to bring you a special report. Annie Parsons, the author of this blog, is feeling emotionally despondent. Many things are to blame for this current lack of enthusiasm about life. It all started with her DNA strand, making her exceptionally susceptible to The Funk. But genetics are not fully at…