Dear Mr. Russo, I attended your panel discussion yesterday at Wordstock, and talked briefly with you afterward at the book signing. I am so grateful you took the time to come to Portland, because in addition to the fact that you are a great and well-loved American writer, you were one of my creative writing... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine died tonight. He was in his late twenties, a wicked-smart and passionate man with more compassion and understanding than most people I've met. We talked a couple of times a week, usually about politics, because this election has been driving us both insane. To offset this, we'd taken to sending each... Continue Reading →
Hey, there you are. Come keep me company while I wait to leave for the airport. Tim's flying in tonight, arriving after 10, so I need to do something while I'm waiting. He's coming for our joint birthday celebration, the midway point between my birthday (10/1) and his (10/30). We've been celebrating this way for... Continue Reading →
I observed my parents' attitudes about women's beauty and aging with a critical mind.
Remember all that stuff we packed? The POD full of 174 (THE HORROR!) carefully inventoried boxes that we set into a container three years ago? It's finally here. Well, not HERE, like, on my lap, but here, like, in Portland. So close I can almost smell the memories. Tomorrow, it will be here. Well, not... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 