That I have fallen in love with Portland is a well-established fact. The weather is gorgeous, the scenery and hills and trees and rivers and RAIN all make me happy. The people are funny and welcoming and kind and creative. The opportunities for doing stuff I love are limitless. But there are moments when I... Continue Reading →
Over the years, we've had to be intellectually and physically creative in making accommodations for Sophia. From shortened sleeves and easily accessed "fracture" clothes to short desks for doing homework, we've adapted her physical world when it was appropriate, which is not to say we did it every time it was needed, as we're aware of... Continue Reading →
Over the years, Tim and I have, as couples do, gone through a number of pregnancy scares. Pre-Tim, both of my pregnancies were surprises, powerful events that changed the course of my life. I was conditioned to view missed or delayed periods with fear and anxiety -- which is a reflection not on the children... Continue Reading →
I do not like tomatoes. Their acidity has always caused me problems, from spaghetti sauce to chili to salsa. I view most tomato-based recipes with resignation, reminding myself I'll have to take heartburn medication well in advance. And I've never thought the flavor of tomatoes was worth the trouble. (Except for smoked tomatoes, which are... Continue Reading →
My first roommate, freshman year, was a huge eye opener. Through her, I had my first external gauge of how I relate to the world. My shyness and intellectual pursuits suddenly stood out, and the hard edges of my need for privacy crashed into her constant social engagements in our room. Our forced partnership ended... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 