Every day since I moved here, I have had reason to say "I love this place." The phrase is usually accompanied by a stunned shake of the head, or preceded by a gasp of joy, or, most often, murmured while I'm taking a picture of yet another gorgeous blossom that happens to be growing on... Continue Reading →
I've been at the job hunt for four months now. I only started in January, after the boys' visit was over. We decided I'd take some time after we got here in September to orient myself to the new surroundings, to help Sophia with transportation and university tours, and I needed every minute of those... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my husband and I participated in a city-wide event called Parke Diem, involving hundreds of volunteers working at sites across the city on different projects. According to the website, projects ranged from repairing playing fields to removing invasive species. There must have been activities within that range, but I don't know specifically what they were.... Continue Reading →
Every year, on my birthday, I wake up feeling like this. I want to wander into the mountains in a really ugly dress and sing at the top of my lungs. This would be my ideal celebration. And when I start thinking about this scene, I remember that its originator, Julie Andrews, shares my birthday.... Continue Reading →
The other day, I made hotel reservations in Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Wyoming again, Idaho and Oregon. That's the path we are taking at the end of the summer. That's the path to our new home. But it's also a vacation and a road trip and a honeymoon. Three years ago, my daughter and... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 