I hear that a lot about Thomas, our youngest. From teachers to neighbors to his co-workers, he impresses everyone with his sweetness, his kindness. He is really a wonderful kid. I met him when he was 4 years old. I dreamed of him years before I met him, though, in one of my more profound,... Continue Reading →
Earlier today, I put my husband on a plane bound for Portland, Oregon. This is the first leg of our year-long westward journey, the most protracted move this side of a wagon train. I can't believe I actually let him go. He's starting a new job on Monday--MONDAY! it's crazy. Everything's upside down. On Monday... Continue Reading →
When we started this blog, my husband and I asserted that our plan was to move to Colorado when the kids are all finished in high school. We came to that decision based on a number of factors; my desire for a long growing season for my garden, Tim's inability to handle temperatures over 80... Continue Reading →
I started gardening in earnest 11 years ago. It was a project I took up to keep my kids busy in the summer, something to get them outside, teach them a little biology, give them a chance to help make something grow. I rented a 20X30 plot from the park district, did some research, and... Continue Reading →
I really believe all change is good. I tell my children this. I tell my set-in-his-ways husband this. But when I'm in the midst of a tidal wave of change, I lose my grasp on this guiding principle. To be fair, one of the main changes I've been through recently was unexpected, and has affected... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 