It's 4 a.m. I'm sitting at the dining room table next to an open window, watching a waxing gibbous moon, pondering the complexities of the new phase of my life. As you all know, I'm newly transplanted to the West Coast, and have been processing that massive life change on this page. But that's not... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was born, she was flown to St. Louis, which had the closest Level 4 NICU for her needs. The next day, my sister drove my son and me to St. Louis, where we would end up staying for 10 days. Being a college student, I couldn't afford a hotel, but my wonderful... Continue Reading →
I was wrong. I'll just say that up front. I went into my first winter in Portland with the arrogance of a hearty Midwesterner, full of the belief that I could handle any weather conditions this mild-coastal region had in store. Rain? I got this; don my raincoat and boots, I'm all set. Fog? Cool!... Continue Reading →
I don't know where to start. No, that's not right. I've started. Several times. I've got little "starts" all over the house; the framed artwork I've started boxing for shipment, the piles of plastic bags full of stuff I'm getting rid of, the half-full boxes of papers (oh my GOD the papers we have accumulated)... Continue Reading →
As you may well have assumed, the preparations for our move out west are in full swing. Or I guess, more accurately, the planning is in full swing. The preparations are largely in hurry-up-and-wait mode. Which makes sense. Meg can't pack a lot of what we're taking with us, she's still using it! She can't... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 