I spent the last few days with music therapists at their annual conference. These kind, passionate people wandered through the exhibit hall, light in their eyes, reverently handling ukeleles and tone drums, envisioning their students or clients playing and learning and growing through music. Some work with young kids, some with geriatric populations, some with... Continue Reading →
Something about this weekend has hit me really hard. Tim's been in Portland for a month now. He's really enjoying it. To a large extent, I'm enjoying the freedom of living alone for the first time in my life. I know I'm not technically alone, since there's a 17 year-old son lingering around most weekdays.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 