My daughter graduates with her bachelor's degree next month. It's a little over a month away. She agreed to let me use my vast craft supplies to make graduation announcements, so I've been busily puttering away with colors that will make her happy. I've mentioned the upcoming date to coworkers and friends as we try... Continue Reading →
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 →
Tim and I have been married for 15 years this month, together 18 as of February of this year. In that time, we've been through some big stressors, from his contentious custody battle with his ex-wife to my daughter's surgeries and the educational skirmishes resulting from her disability. My admiration for his strength and commitment is... Continue Reading →
I was in a pediatric hospital room yesterday, just as a visitor. The room was empty, unused. The impact of the sensory input took me by surprise. The hard surfaces of the parents' chair, the cot under the window, the bathroom in the corner. A room where life is suspended while a child receives care.... Continue Reading →
Another repost from the old OI blog, this one about my husband, from six years ago. My daughter's father is my ex-husband. When I left him 12 years ago, she was five years old, and very emotionally attached to her father. She was too young to understand what was going on, too young to see the... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 