I'm "wife"—I've finished that— That other state— I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now— It's safer so— How odd the Girl's life looks Behind this soft Eclipse— I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven—now— This being comfort—then That other kind—was pain— But why compare? I'm "Wife"! Stop there! --Emily Dickinson Strange poem from a woman... Continue Reading →
Came across the following article today http://www.vox.com/2015/2/10/8013509/comprise-vs-compose detailing the work by one man to edit 50,000 Wikipedia articles to eliminate the use of "comprise" as a synonym for "compose." Here's my favorite line: "Injecting fussy, pointless prescriptivism into your social circle is fine if you happen to enjoy being a pain in the ass." A... Continue Reading →
Tim likes to tell people we were high school sweethearts. Technically, it's true. We dated in high school. He was my first love. But for me, "sweethearts" denotes something we weren't; a long-term couple devoted to each other, their relationship spanning several years, unmarred by ugly breakups. There were two couples who dated at the... Continue Reading →
The last four posts were written in response to historical criticism and questions I have fielded as a mom of a person with a disability. Not everyone who observes our situation weighs in with criticism, but enough have done so over the years to make me reflexively defend my actions to potential naysayers. From her well-intentioned classmates... Continue Reading →
Personal care matters tell the tale. She sat up most of the day and felt good, except when she laughed. That elicited a wince, and required that she lie down. Attempting a shower, we saw exactly what positions caused the most pain, and realized that she will need assistance with bathing and toileting for at... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 