A word, if I may, about glasses. I wear contacts, but I really should have a pair of glasses to wear in the event my contacts go kaphlooey, like they did today. Reduced to driving with one eye closed, a challenge I have now mastered, I realize the foolishness of being without an ocular backup... Continue Reading →
I've laid a lot of fires this Thanksgiving season. I'm on my fourth one this week. Until today, it wasn't really cold enough here for a fire, but I set it for sentimental reasons. It's what we do on holidays. And as holidays are wont to do, thoughts of my parents and aunts and uncles... Continue Reading →
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 →
Right this moment, I'm annoyed with my husband. Yes, I know--those of you who follow our story will be shocked that I ever have negative thoughts about him. But I say this at the start here so you understand that my feelings about him aren't clouded by mere romanticism, of which I am perpetually guilty.... 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 →
Meg Currell 