Seattle

On Sunday, I ran the Seattle Half-Marathon, and man alive, was it fun. (I just really think that “man alive” should be brought back as an exclamation – “man alive,” and “hot damn.”) Back in September, I had the thought, “I want to train for something.”  So I went online, looking for a race that…

Well, well. It seems that yesterday’s post was the blog heard ’round the world – that was the most visits I’ve gotten since December 1, 2010. In the event that you’re new here, welcome. I’m Annie, the curator of this here little web log, and I live in Denver, where the weather is currently 27…

I was going to talk about Seattle today.  I was going to tell you how much I love that city, how much I miss it, how much it still feels like home, how much being on the water is necessary to my emotional health and survival, how much my friends mean to me, how much…

Salutations, readers.  Did you think I had abandoned you? Oh please. I should begin by saying that the sickness has left my system – literally, and glory hallelujah.  The only person that knows the specifics of my Monday is my mom, and I’m uncomfortable with even her knowing.  It was… I can’t even go there. …

At the Denver airport last night, I heaved my suitcase onto the scale at the ticket counter, and cast a furtive glance at the damage: 56 pounds. For the first time ever, I was going to incite an overweight charge. But wait!  Could this be my lucky day?  The ticket man hasn’t seen the number…

I’ve been bouncing in and out of Denver this summer – it seems like I haven’t been home for more than 3-4 days at a time before I’m packing up and heading out to the next destination.  Admittedly, I am the world’s worst packer, and always wind up packing way too much or way too…

I am on vacation in Seattle, and my heart is so happy I could cry. Last night, as Greta and I were settling in to go to sleep, she asked if she should wake me up in the morning.  In a moment of Shakespearean inspiration, what I meant to say was, “I’m sure I will…

I left Seattle two years ago today. Last year, I wrote a big dramatic soliloquy about my feelings. This year, I honestly don’t know what to say. I feel flummoxed. But wherever you go, there you are. Whatever that means.

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

Sometimes, I need help.  But I don’t like to admit it.  And if there is anything that I hate, it is feeling indebted to those around me – or, worst of all, a burden.  I value independence and cleverness and resourcefulness.  I like being in everyone’s good graces, and will do anything to make sure…