Do you know what part of you is the heaviest? Know how to find out? Stay tuned. For a variety of reasons --- cost being primary among them --- I am doing the bus-and-bike thing out in Portland. For the time being it's without the bike, but even if I had one I wouldn't be... Continue Reading →
It happened. The first seed catalogs are out. "Never too early to plan your garden!" Right about this time of year, I start salivating/squealing/budgeting/dreaming about planting my garden. In the cold--often in the snow--I plot out nascent planting beds, envision foliage coloration through the seasons, consider height and sunlight, ease of care. Last year I... 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 →
I've laid a lot of fires this Thanksgiving season. I'm on my fourth one this week. Until today, it wasn't really cold enough here for a fire, but I set it for sentimental reasons. It's what we do on holidays. And as holidays are wont to do, thoughts of my parents and aunts and uncles... 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 →
Meg Currell 