The child in this story turns 28 today. She's finished college and is working as a political activist (which is a real job with benefits and everything!) I continue to be overjoyed with her. --Ed. As many times as I've told the story of my daughter's birth, it appears I've never written it down. Tonight,... Continue Reading →
Like almost everybody I know, I've been struggling since the election. Well beyond "my side lost", the weight of what happened that night has been nearly impossible to carry. It almost buried me that night; horror, despair, anger, disgust, the view that this cataclysmic event launched us into a new, terrifying epoch. As I'd been... Continue Reading →
I'm moving furniture tonight. Sometimes moving furniture helps me get unstuck, jolted out of a space where I can't make sense. Tonight I'm doing it because I need familiar things around me. The kids (sans one) will be coming over for Thanksgiving, and I want this to feel like a home, something they're familiar with.... Continue Reading →
Let America Be America Again Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let... Continue Reading →
I observed my parents' attitudes about women's beauty and aging with a critical mind.
Meg Currell 