Do you know that scene in It's A Wonderful Life where George, having attended the last S&L board meeting after his father's death, delivers a rousing "f*ck you" to Mr. Potter and storms out? As he's turning to leave for his delayed freshman year of college, hat tilted determinedly over one eye, Uncle Billy stops... Continue Reading →
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 →
I'm at the forest preserve where I walk my dog. I've dropped my phone, and I'm trying to get it back into the pocket so I can leash the dog and get moving. A voice interrupts me, startling me a bit, since I hardly ever see people here, much less talk to them. An elderly... Continue Reading →
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 →
So two summers ago (2010) I took a road trip with my teenaged daughter. She has special needs (more on that later) and was headed to a week-long camp devoted just to kids with her disorder. She had never been to camp before, and always wanted to go, but part of the deal with the... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 