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 →
Lately, I've been getting a lot of questions about why I want to leave my little hometown. There's a romance about living in your hometown, and being married to your high school sweetheart, and raising your kids in the town you grew up in, and being close to family. But as with most romances, the... Continue Reading →
A word, if I may, about glasses. I wear contacts, but I really should have a pair of glasses to wear in the event my contacts go kaphlooey, like they did today. Reduced to driving with one eye closed, a challenge I have now mastered, I realize the foolishness of being without an ocular backup... Continue Reading →
I don't know how many more of these departures I can take. Every time he leaves, my resilience is tested, Stretch Armstrong-style. I'm a pretty sturdy gal, absorbing some heavy blows over my lifetime. Sometimes they're clustered, peppering me with punches to the gut so fast I lose my breath. Sometimes they're bell-ringers, knocking me... Continue Reading →
Right this moment, I'm annoyed with my husband. Yes, I know--those of you who follow our story will be shocked that I ever have negative thoughts about him. But I say this at the start here so you understand that my feelings about him aren't clouded by mere romanticism, of which I am perpetually guilty.... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 