I spent the last few days with music therapists at their annual conference. These kind, passionate people wandered through the exhibit hall, light in their eyes, reverently handling ukeleles and tone drums, envisioning their students or clients playing and learning and growing through music. Some work with young kids, some with geriatric populations, some with... Continue Reading →
I joke with people about computers and technology, especially because I work in the industry. Whenever I get a customer service agent on the phone that's having system problems, my comment is always, "Yeah, those computer guys are idiots!" I also regularly say that technology is great, until you get addicted to it. And I... Continue Reading →
Me moving to Portland has come as a shock to some people, and that's understandable. Boom, guess what, Tim's moved 1800 miles away. More than a couple of people have done a pretty good head-spin/bug-eyes move upon hearing this news. We've lived in the Midwest our entire adult lives; we've lived in Chicagoland the last... Continue Reading →
Things I have learned in Portland. (First in an occasional series.) Most of the cool places that you want to go only accept cash. If it has a door that customers can walk through and a sign that isn't written in permanent marker, they probably accept credit cards. But be armed with cash at all... Continue Reading →
Earlier today, I put my husband on a plane bound for Portland, Oregon. This is the first leg of our year-long westward journey, the most protracted move this side of a wagon train. I can't believe I actually let him go. He's starting a new job on Monday--MONDAY! it's crazy. Everything's upside down. On Monday... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 