A long time ago, I was an assistant editor at a trade magazine. It was a small operation, just the editor, a graphic designer, and me. We worked side by side with another magazine, as we were all part of the same organization's collection of magazines. My boss, the editor of the trade publication, was... Continue Reading →
Grendel’s Mother
Here's another old blog from 2012 about my daughter. A couple of weeks ago, my daughter was all set to go to university in the Big City. She'd made the decision, we'd met with the appropriate Official People, toured a dorm/cafeteria/classroom, discussed Everything Under the Sun, filled out all the paperwork, and made her Officially... Continue Reading →
Becoming an OI Dad
Another repost from the old OI blog, this one about my husband, from six years ago. My daughter's father is my ex-husband. When I left him 12 years ago, she was five years old, and very emotionally attached to her father. She was too young to understand what was going on, too young to see the... Continue Reading →
Immigrants
I'm married to an immigrant. Until recently, I never saw it in those terms. I mean, Tim's from Canada. He came here when he was 12. I don't think in terms of him having emigrated from Canada, he just got in a station wagon with his mom and siblings and drove across the border into... Continue Reading →
My Home
I'm from a big city. While I grew up in the Chicago suburbs, my mother was a native Chicagoan and a city girl, and my father worked downtown most of his life. I frequently went with him into the city for special events, and later took my children on day trips. I was comfortable getting... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 