I observed my parents' attitudes about women's beauty and aging with a critical mind.
I’ll Take It
Labor Day Weekend
Remember all that stuff we packed? The POD full of 174 (THE HORROR!) carefully inventoried boxes that we set into a container three years ago? It's finally here. Well, not HERE, like, on my lap, but here, like, in Portland. So close I can almost smell the memories. Tomorrow, it will be here. Well, not... Continue Reading →
Roots
Today, I found out that two people I have met since I moved to Portland are leaving; two unrelated people, from different corners of my life. One is leaving to retire at the coast, one is leaving to build a career in another city. Both are dear to me, each expressing a "native Portland" personality... Continue Reading →
Healthy Choice
My mother called these things "re-creating", or putting yourself back together after the world has taken you apart.
Put a Cork in It!
I swooped into the backyard of the owner of the grapes and picked to my heart's content.
Meg Currell 