I've spent a lot of time lately with creative people; hundreds of writers at a conference, and in my writers group, and in the seminar I'm attending for teaching artists. And, of course, everyone I work with at Multnomah Arts Center is an artist in their own right; clay and steel and paint and dance... Continue Reading →
Fat and Happy
I had to ask for a seatbelt extender on a recent flight. This is new for me, a product of menopause hitting all the right places and a slow recovery from a knee injury. And, you know, I like food. I was flying to a wedding, old family friends I haven't seen for years. I... Continue Reading →
Hospitals
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 →
Green Eyes
I've waited in many surgical waiting rooms, nervously sorting the contents of my purse or reorganizing a file box I brought just to release some of the tension that builds when getting my child ready for surgery. My projects never lasted as long as the surgeries, due to my excessive, jangled speed and the way surgeries... Continue Reading →
I’ll Take It
I observed my parents' attitudes about women's beauty and aging with a critical mind.
Meg Currell 