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 →
It appears that my husband and I, in spite of our careful planning and his near obsessive attention to detail, have overlooked one of the factors of our move to Portland. All of our discussions and hand-wringing about finances (which are difficult) and logistics (not quite as complex as we'd thought) and emotional strength (surprisingly... Continue Reading →
A few times in my life I have had bouts of vertigo, usually at the most inopportune times. The folks who saw me at Home Depot several years back must have thought I was about 8 drinks past my limit. Not the impression you want to make when accompanied by your wife and children. People... Continue Reading →
I joke with people about computers and technology, especially because I work in the industry. Whenever I get a customer service agent on the phone that's having system problems, my comment is always, "Yeah, those computer guys are idiots!" I also regularly say that technology is great, until you get addicted to it. And I... Continue Reading →
Been a while, huh? It’s been a staggeringly busy few months at our place, for a lot of the wrong reasons. But the end result has been positive, as it usually is, and we’re moving forward. Instead of scaring and depressing you with the ugliness, here’s a quick update on the good stuff. Facing the... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 