Someone just referred to his "mental shelf", his ability to retrieve quickly information stored in his memory. The speed with which he provided the requested information stunned me, and made me examine my own mental faculties. To be fair, this guy is a PhD, and actively studies neuroscience. I suspect he reads a lot of... Continue Reading →
I used to believe that becoming a parent automatically caused some kind of permanent, impenetrable bond with the new person you created, something that made you love them no matter what. But the painful reality is that people do stupid, hurtful shit to each other regardless of blood ties, and that the expectation of that... Continue Reading →
I wasn't going to post today. I had a relaxing day planned of sightseeing and hanging out with my daughter. She had a big day yesterday, and I wanted to give her -- and me -- a few moments away from the intensity of life-decision-moments, some time where we could just *be*. Celebratory without being... Continue Reading →
I'm tending the goats again. My farmer friend is on a jaunt down the coast (still love saying that!) and I get goats and chickens mornings and evenings for a couple days. It's peaceful work, gathering eggs and scattering feed. Two of the goats get milked, an unexpectedly serene ritual of communication with the animal.... Continue Reading →
When I arrived in September, Tim was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, was using a cardboard box as a night stand, and had three whole pieces of furniture in the apartment. One of those was a lovely bed he acquired for Sophia (better than the one he was using, God love him), but... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 