I've never really had "peers." When I was in my twenties and having kids, most of my peers were doing normal stuff for 20-year-olds, so I couldn't relate to them. I couldn't hang out with classmates at university, because I had responsibilities at home, and none of my classmates wanted to hang out with me... Continue Reading →
Plein de Bonheur
They didn't have a lot of money. The added responsibility of a second household strained the seams of an already stretched budget. In the time since he started working in Portland, they'd only seen each other in person three times, twice as a result of airline tickets purchased for him by generous relatives. His job,... Continue Reading →
And So it Begins
It happened. The first seed catalogs are out. "Never too early to plan your garden!" Right about this time of year, I start salivating/squealing/budgeting/dreaming about planting my garden. In the cold--often in the snow--I plot out nascent planting beds, envision foliage coloration through the seasons, consider height and sunlight, ease of care. Last year I... Continue Reading →
Why
Lately, I've been getting a lot of questions about why I want to leave my little hometown. There's a romance about living in your hometown, and being married to your high school sweetheart, and raising your kids in the town you grew up in, and being close to family. But as with most romances, the... Continue Reading →
Spectacles
A word, if I may, about glasses. I wear contacts, but I really should have a pair of glasses to wear in the event my contacts go kaphlooey, like they did today. Reduced to driving with one eye closed, a challenge I have now mastered, I realize the foolishness of being without an ocular backup... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 