I don't know where to start. No, that's not right. I've started. Several times. I've got little "starts" all over the house; the framed artwork I've started boxing for shipment, the piles of plastic bags full of stuff I'm getting rid of, the half-full boxes of papers (oh my GOD the papers we have accumulated)... Continue Reading →
My husband and kids are sending me to the symphony for Mother's Day. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra has been performing Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade, and this Sunday, they're doing a special "behind the score" event. Tim earmarked this event at the beginning of the symphony season, and jumped on it when he knew that neither he nor... Continue Reading →
The other day, I made hotel reservations in Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Wyoming again, Idaho and Oregon. That's the path we are taking at the end of the summer. That's the path to our new home. But it's also a vacation and a road trip and a honeymoon. Three years ago, my daughter and... Continue Reading →
Today I am sad. Raw from the loss and brutality of the marathon bombings, pushed to the limit of missing my husband, stretched thin, nearly transparent in my defenses. I try to maintain the energy I need to get through without him. Sturdy, strong, stiff-upper-lip, do the best you can with what you've got, don't... Continue Reading →
UPDATE: Today we received payment from the Independent Foreclosure Review program conducted by the government. They found us eligible to receive a payment in connection with "enforcement action related to deficient mortgage servicing and foreclosure processes." Deficient, in this case, being defined as "deceitful" and "egregiously dishonest" and "purposely, willfully, insidiously false". What did we... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 