People warned me about moving to Portland. Some were concerned that I didn't know what I was getting myself into, that living in this city would change me in ways I didn't anticipate. Turns out they were right. Here are the things they warned me about. 1) Weather. "It rains so much! You'll never be... Continue Reading →
Lately, we've had a string of car troubles. Well, going back even further, we've had years of car troubles, owing to our tendency to own used vehicles. They're cheaper at the outset, but in the long run, you spend about as much in repairs as you would in monthly payments. When we were both earning... Continue Reading →
That I have fallen in love with Portland is a well-established fact. The weather is gorgeous, the scenery and hills and trees and rivers and RAIN all make me happy. The people are funny and welcoming and kind and creative. The opportunities for doing stuff I love are limitless. But there are moments when I... Continue Reading →
In the Midwest, the world is flat. As far as the eye can see, there's only horizon, distance, the eventual place beyond that is impossible to reach. Here in the Northwest, the horizon is short, 20-30 feet ahead, where the path twists around the side of a mountain or drops into a gorge. There's no... 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 →
Meg Currell 