Here's an old blog from a couple of years ago. My son has been driving himself and my daughter to school. He parks in the spot that was reserved for my daughter's use starting freshman year, the handicapped spot designated "No Parking" by the school so it wouldn't be filled with other legally (or illegally)... Continue Reading →
I've written extensively about my daughter, and a little about my youngest son Thomas, but in the background of these thoughts has always been my relationship with my oldest, Matthew. I need to correct that. Matthew was the child who arrived when I was still a child, barely 21 years old, a college student pregnant... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 