Dear Ms. DuVernay, I'm writing thank you for bringing to life one Meg Murry, a person so alive for me I hesitate to call her a "character." Ever since I learned you were making a movie based on A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle, I've watched with eager anticipation every step along the way,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's vote to approve the ACHA lingers like nausea. Two hundred seventeen people voted in favor of a bill that blatantly and viciously hurts people, takes insurance coverage away from the people who need it the most, and will return our country to the days of commonplace medical bankruptcies, homelessness and death caused by conditions that... Continue Reading →
I'm married to an immigrant. Until recently, I never saw it in those terms. I mean, Tim's from Canada. He came here when he was 12. I don't think in terms of him having emigrated from Canada, he just got in a station wagon with his mom and siblings and drove across the border into... Continue Reading →
Since the election, my mood has trended downward, unable to lift higher than "okay", just enough to get out of bed in the morning. A pall was cast on the world that night, and I can't find a way to poke through to let light in. Tim coming home at Thanksgiving helped, and having... Continue Reading →
Like almost everybody I know, I've been struggling since the election. Well beyond "my side lost", the weight of what happened that night has been nearly impossible to carry. It almost buried me that night; horror, despair, anger, disgust, the view that this cataclysmic event launched us into a new, terrifying epoch. As I'd been... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 