People warned me about moving to Portland. Some were concerned that I didn't know what I was getting myself into, that living in this city would change me in ways I didn't anticipate. Turns out they were right. Here are the things they warned me about. 1) Weather. "It rains so much! You'll never be... Continue Reading →
I'm "wife"—I've finished that— That other state— I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now— It's safer so— How odd the Girl's life looks Behind this soft Eclipse— I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven—now— This being comfort—then That other kind—was pain— But why compare? I'm "Wife"! Stop there! --Emily Dickinson Strange poem from a woman... Continue Reading →
Tim likes to tell people we were high school sweethearts. Technically, it's true. We dated in high school. He was my first love. But for me, "sweethearts" denotes something we weren't; a long-term couple devoted to each other, their relationship spanning several years, unmarred by ugly breakups. There were two couples who dated at the... Continue Reading →
The people in our new home are warm, friendly, quirky and delightful. People think it's strange and bizarre, but the population has its own diverse personality. In other places, people do odd things as a means of getting attention, but here, it's just an expression of who they are. And that individual freedom is becoming... Continue Reading →
Over the years, we've had to be intellectually and physically creative in making accommodations for Sophia. From shortened sleeves and easily accessed "fracture" clothes to short desks for doing homework, we've adapted her physical world when it was appropriate, which is not to say we did it every time it was needed, as we're aware of... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 