It appears that my husband and I, in spite of our careful planning and his near obsessive attention to detail, have overlooked one of the factors of our move to Portland. All of our discussions and hand-wringing about finances (which are difficult) and logistics (not quite as complex as we'd thought) and emotional strength (surprisingly... Continue Reading →
Empty
My brother generously donated a half shit-ton of frequent flyer miles, and brought my baby to me. Right now she's on the plane back to Chicago. She loves the apartment, especially the kitchen, and the view. We're convinced that when she comes for good next year, we'll stay in this location but get a bigger... Continue Reading →
‘Round And ‘Round And ‘Round
A few times in my life I have had bouts of vertigo, usually at the most inopportune times. The folks who saw me at Home Depot several years back must have thought I was about 8 drinks past my limit. Not the impression you want to make when accompanied by your wife and children. People... Continue Reading →
My Identity
I spent the last few days with music therapists at their annual conference. These kind, passionate people wandered through the exhibit hall, light in their eyes, reverently handling ukeleles and tone drums, envisioning their students or clients playing and learning and growing through music. Some work with young kids, some with geriatric populations, some with... Continue Reading →
Deserted Island
I joke with people about computers and technology, especially because I work in the industry. Whenever I get a customer service agent on the phone that's having system problems, my comment is always, "Yeah, those computer guys are idiots!" I also regularly say that technology is great, until you get addicted to it. And I... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 