I'm in my garden clearing out structures so the park district can till the plant matter back into the soil. The ground will wait over the long winter, chewing up vines and leaves and dead bugs and turning them into soft, dark loam. Physical work forces my brain to examine the latest events in my... Continue Reading →
Getting Things Done
A member of the brood had a sort-of minor semi-meltdown over this last weekend. The disheartening task of choosing and applying to universities was too much for them, and we had some tears. Didn't last long, but it was a good time for a little wisdom from the evil-awful parents. I can't take credit for... Continue Reading →
Home, for now.
I got an email from the agency through which I have been working, until recently. I had let them know that my husband had gotten a job out of state, and that I would wait to hear from them about returning to my job. In her email, the agency rep said she'd keep me apprised... Continue Reading →
The Hamster Cage
When my first marriage was thrown on a land mine by my ex-wife, I lived with my sister and her family while looking for a place to live. Looking to save money while trying to regroup, I eventually chose an efficiency apartment above a diner. Hideous carpet on slanted floors, a bathroom better suited for a mental... Continue Reading →
Alone
I just sat down to practice piano. My recently unemployed status allows me time to do some of the things that I've allowed to slip away, like vacuuming under the couch or baking for my family or cleaning out the garage. Piano, however, is one of the things that keeps me sane, keeps me from... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 