The other day, my husband and I marked fifteen years from the day of our first date as adults. Because we dated as teenagers, I tend to connote the two eras of our life with "as kids" and "as adults." The only anniversaries we celebrate are those from our adult era, but the distinction between... Continue Reading →
I've been warned not to use Totes Magoats as a title because it has nothing to do with my content. However, I'm ignoring that warning because I like Totes Magoats so much I *want* it as my title. It makes me giggle, it's fun to say, and it is completely meaningless. And if I don't... Continue Reading →
I get this question every day. Now that I've been in Portland two weeks, and have a shiny new library card, it's time to allow you in, let you see what I've seen. I've been hoarding it, but too many questions prompt me to share. I had been to Portland (PDX, as they call it... Continue Reading →
A lot has happened since I talked to you last! We had a significant move milestone in the form of a rather sizable delivery arriving in our driveway: the PODS mobile storage unit was plunked down on the 14th. It is now easily half full with the boxes Meg has packed as well as the... Continue Reading →
WARNING: This post contains personal opinions about faith and individualism. No lifeguards on duty. Proceed at your own risk. I've been lucky to have a variety of friends over the years. They come from a pretty broad spectrum of backgrounds, from European to Asian to African American to Middle Eastern to Hispanic, from college educated... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 