I'm wearing a baseball cap today. I have to adjust the brim while I'm driving, because I feel like my vision's obstructed, even though it probably isn't. It's just a habit. Wearing a baseball cap reminds me of my oldest brother (I have three.) He's probably on my mind anyway because I spent time with... Continue Reading →
Here's another old blog from 2012 about my daughter. A couple of weeks ago, my daughter was all set to go to university in the Big City. She'd made the decision, we'd met with the appropriate Official People, toured a dorm/cafeteria/classroom, discussed Everything Under the Sun, filled out all the paperwork, and made her Officially... Continue Reading →
Another repost from the old OI blog, this one about my husband, from six years ago. My daughter's father is my ex-husband. When I left him 12 years ago, she was five years old, and very emotionally attached to her father. She was too young to understand what was going on, too young to see the... 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 →
I came across a previously published piece I wrote about my daughter, an introduction about OI for some co-workers who were just getting to know me. With the number of new people in my life now, it seems like a good time to repost. Let Me Tell You A Story I started a full time job... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 