I do not like tomatoes. Their acidity has always caused me problems, from spaghetti sauce to chili to salsa. I view most tomato-based recipes with resignation, reminding myself I'll have to take heartburn medication well in advance. And I've never thought the flavor of tomatoes was worth the trouble. (Except for smoked tomatoes, which are... Continue Reading →
My first roommate, freshman year, was a huge eye opener. Through her, I had my first external gauge of how I relate to the world. My shyness and intellectual pursuits suddenly stood out, and the hard edges of my need for privacy crashed into her constant social engagements in our room. Our forced partnership ended... Continue Reading →
Someone just referred to his "mental shelf", his ability to retrieve quickly information stored in his memory. The speed with which he provided the requested information stunned me, and made me examine my own mental faculties. To be fair, this guy is a PhD, and actively studies neuroscience. I suspect he reads a lot of... Continue Reading →
A long time ago in a state far, far away, I worked in the School of Music at the university I attended. It was a student job, answering phones and stuffing envelopes and pouring coffee. That's how I met my ex-husband, actually. Pouring him awful 4:30 p.m. black coffee, which we sold for a quarter... Continue Reading →
I used to believe that becoming a parent automatically caused some kind of permanent, impenetrable bond with the new person you created, something that made you love them no matter what. But the painful reality is that people do stupid, hurtful shit to each other regardless of blood ties, and that the expectation of that... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 