Since my father died, I've been surprised at the freedom of thought and speech that I feel. We weren't in contact except for the occasional letter back and forth, but I was keenly aware of his presence in the distance, a governing force on my thoughts. Don't go there, the little internal voice would say,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Over the years, Tim and I have, as couples do, gone through a number of pregnancy scares. Pre-Tim, both of my pregnancies were surprises, powerful events that changed the course of my life. I was conditioned to view missed or delayed periods with fear and anxiety -- which is a reflection not on the children... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 