I saw this the other day. The phrase "like a girl" has influenced my thinking since I was young. With three older brothers, I've had cause to think about what it means to do anything "like a girl", and to consider why gender has been ascribed to activity, and why one gender is judged to... Continue Reading →
Walking Off the Field
My mother in law doesn't like me. Let's just get that out of the way up front. There's a story behind it, as there is behind every contentious relationship, and the story has two sides, as they all do, and I believe mine is right, as every person does. The particulars don't make a bit... Continue Reading →
Portland Bingo
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 →
Not a Complaint
Lately, we've had a string of car troubles. Well, going back even further, we've had years of car troubles, owing to our tendency to own used vehicles. They're cheaper at the outset, but in the long run, you spend about as much in repairs as you would in monthly payments. When we were both earning... Continue Reading →
I’m a Bitch
My mom was quite a looker. Not just the run-of-the-mill pleasant-looking woman in the 50s, but a tiny, blazing-blue-eyed fiery redhead who made her own perfectly fitted suits (no pants for that lady, strictly skirts) and wore 4" spectator pumps to work in the city every day. She worked at the Daily News, one of... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 