Recently, I've found myself engaging vigorously in debates with friends and family about issues pertaining to health care policy and news. I've engaged these discussions purposely, with an eye to correcting misinformation that has spread like some highly contagious virus from some exotic place. My fervor for and knowledge of health care has increased over... Continue Reading →
Long before the ginger songwriter penned the song that is only nominally about Lego, I was a Lego house maker. While my brothers built elaborate spaceships and vehicles, I was all about the home front: little rectangular structures with no roof, in which I obsessively arranged and rearranged tiny furniture. It was my only use for... 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 →
I do not like tomatoes. Their acidity has always caused me problems, from spaghetti sauce to chili to salsa. I view most tomato-based recipes with resignation, reminding myself I'll have to take heartburn medication well in advance. And I've never thought the flavor of tomatoes was worth the trouble. (Except for smoked tomatoes, which are... Continue Reading →
My first roommate, freshman year, was a huge eye opener. Through her, I had my first external gauge of how I relate to the world. My shyness and intellectual pursuits suddenly stood out, and the hard edges of my need for privacy crashed into her constant social engagements in our room. Our forced partnership ended... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 