There's a segment of the total people I know that I refer to as "garden" people. I only see them in the summer, and when I'm talking to my husband about them, I identify them as "garden friends." Pasquale, the Italian gardener who is the guru of our community plots, is "My Garden Friend Pasquale."... Continue Reading →
As I've mentioned, the move to this point has been largely planning: checklists, spreadsheets, reservations, and budgets. With the number of very important things going on for us this summer, we have tried to make sure each of them gets the attention they deserve. Most of what we've done thus far has been squeezed in... Continue Reading →
The other day, I made hotel reservations in Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Wyoming again, Idaho and Oregon. That's the path we are taking at the end of the summer. That's the path to our new home. But it's also a vacation and a road trip and a honeymoon. Three years ago, my daughter and... Continue Reading →
I don't know if you have noticed this, but my family relies heavily on humor for communication and bonding. When we all lived in one place, we'd spend evenings watching stand-up comic specials or movie comedies, share clips of favorite comedy TV shows, endlessly quote lines from funny movies, and had informal competitions to make... Continue Reading →
My existence here in Portland has been very serene, peaceful, isolated, controlled. That's good, as I just found out when we had the 5 of us back in the house for a short holiday visit over the past several days. That life, that much randomness and compounded stress, was killing me. In order to maintain... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 