As I'm sure you've gathered, I am a passionate hockey fan. Now that our season has ended in the most glorious fashion possible buncha sweaty guys in a hog pile.I'd like to take a moment to examine my hockey history. It's a good one. I hope you'll stay with me. I grew up in a... Continue Reading →
There's a segment of the total people I know that I refer to as "garden" people. I only see them in the summer, and when I'm talking to my husband about them, I identify them as "garden friends." Pasquale, the Italian gardener who is the guru of our community plots, is "My Garden Friend Pasquale."... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 