"If I thought she'd get the story right, I would have told her everything." I found that line on a piece of paper in a random box I was cleaning out, and I'm not sure if I wrote it or someone else did. It resonates for me now, alongside the phrase "if they'll talk with... Continue Reading →
I'm more excited today than I was the day of my wedding. Sure, wedding days are stressful. I walked through that day focused on setup and my kids and trying to stay warm at an outdoor wedding in April in Chicago, wearing sleeveless dress over long underwear bottoms. There's the inevitable anxiety over family and... Continue Reading →
I was in a pediatric hospital room yesterday, just as a visitor. The room was empty, unused. The impact of the sensory input took me by surprise. The hard surfaces of the parents' chair, the cot under the window, the bathroom in the corner. A room where life is suspended while a child receives care.... 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 →
Meg Currell 