Twenty years ago yesterday, Tim and I went on a date. We'd gone on dates before, awkward, blushing dates where holding hands is terrifying and you're sure all your friends are watching. In high school, we dated for six months, and went beyond those innocent hand-holding dates, but in the beginning, it was Norman Rockwell,... Continue Reading →
Packing is interrupted by the discovery -- once again -- of things from my life, or my kids' lives. We've only lived in this location five years, and our belongings are dotted with pieces of history. This vase was given to me when one of my children was born. The doctor who delivered my babies... Continue Reading →
Here's an old blog from a couple of years ago. My son has been driving himself and my daughter to school. He parks in the spot that was reserved for my daughter's use starting freshman year, the handicapped spot designated "No Parking" by the school so it wouldn't be filled with other legally (or illegally)... Continue Reading →
I have a friend who's feeling all kinds of left out tonight. She was part of a group of people that fractured because of a personality clash, and half the group took one side, half took the other. This is rather the story of the world, isn't it? My friend was left pretty wounded from... Continue Reading →
Tim and I have been married for 15 years this month, together 18 as of February of this year. In that time, we've been through some big stressors, from his contentious custody battle with his ex-wife to my daughter's surgeries and the educational skirmishes resulting from her disability. My admiration for his strength and commitment is... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 