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 →
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 →
My forearms freckle on the underside in the summer, just the way my dad's did. I loved everything about my dad when I was a kid; his crazy speckled hazel eyes, his dark hair with the ring of baldness right at the top, the way he'd push his lower lip out when he was thinking,... Continue Reading →
When you're a kid, you don't realize that the way you see the world isn't the way everybody sees the world.
In Grace and Frankie, you and Tomlin have shown how large life can be for women beyond the all-consuming family-raising work.
Meg Currell 