Part of the joy of working at local community music and arts centers has been interacting with children. I'm only at these centers a couple of days a week, but they are, without question, the highlight of my week. I've become friends with a number of little ones; the pianist, the writer, the actor, the... Continue Reading →
Perhaps the biggest lesson so far from living alone is my shifting attitude about housework. Raising the kids, I resented the endless cleaning, the thanklessness of the repetition, the demeaning scullery-maid position into which I was forced. If I wasn't the person responsible for cleaning something, I was responsible for telling someone else to clean... Continue Reading →
My dog can't find a place to pee. It's not for lack of trying, because he stops at every bush en route from the door up the sidewalk to the grassy hill across the parking lot, lifts his leg, decides this bush or blade of grass or discarded branch isn't quite right, and moves along. I... Continue Reading →
All hockey season long, I've been trying to recruit fans to NHL hockey. Whenever a friend expresses boredom, or is fed up with the politics in their favorite sport, or fed up with the paucity of winning games among the professional teams in their city (mostly Chicago), I suggest they try watching hockey. For 82... Continue Reading →
Tim and I are sick. Typically, we get sick separately, usually with him having symptoms and me following him around with a can of Lysol to ensure he doesn't get me sick. I quarantine him as much as possible, entreating him to cover his damned mouth when he coughs, washing dishes and bedding immediately after... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 