I signed up for a free two week subscription to Ancestry, something to help occupy my mind while Tim's gone. My goal in this research is to find out as much as I can about my father's family, about whom I know next to nothing. My mother's family is well documented, a task undertaken with... Continue Reading →
First Generation
My son and daughter are first-generation Asian American. Their father, my ex-husband, was a Fulbright scholar from the Philippines. My son inherited from his father his dark eyes, darker-hued skin, and the broad Pinoy nose. My daughter got her father's eyes, the shape of the face, and the same kind of nose. ... Continue Reading →
Breaking News
As of Friday, May 30, our oldest offspring has come out to Portland to live. For the time being (emphasis his), he will be staying with us until he gets his feet on the ground. He comes our way after living on his own for six years in Lansing, Michigan, where he attended Michigan State... Continue Reading →
The House that Love Built
When my daughter was born, she was flown to St. Louis, which had the closest Level 4 NICU for her needs. The next day, my sister drove my son and me to St. Louis, where we would end up staying for 10 days. Being a college student, I couldn't afford a hotel, but my wonderful... Continue Reading →
Wait. Wait. Wait. NOW GO!
Remember when I was complaining that I couldn't do anything to get ready for the move? That we were in "hurry up and wait" mode? That's over. Now we're just in "Hurry Up" mode. And everything's happening at once; Matt's moving to a new apartment, and starting his new "traveling around the country" job next... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 