I packed a lunch for a picnic after our hike at the coast. He likes mustard instead of mayo on sandwiches, unless the sandwich has cheese. His particular tastes are a matter of fact between us now; the way he leaves the seat all the way back when he drives; how he lays out his... Continue Reading →
Back in February, Tim's company (Moda) let go of a bunch of people. Since Tim was "last hired" in his department, he was among the people they let go. Since then, we've been recalibrating our lives appropriately, both of us looking for full-time work. I've had some moderate success with freelance gigs, so for now, we're... Continue Reading →
But feelings don't just go away when we don't want to deal with them, or because we think they're bad. They get bigger and more chaotic when we ignore them, like Gremlins in water.
Yesterday, I was awakened in the early hours by a nauseating bout of violent vertigo. Having been dead asleep seconds before, this was alarming; I reached for my husband and called his name, but he was even more drenched with sleep and wouldn't be roused. Then, in under a minute, the spinning stopped, and I... Continue Reading →
My dog can't find a place to pee. It's not for lack of trying, because he stops at every bush en route from the door up the sidewalk to the grassy hill across the parking lot, lifts his leg, decides this bush or blade of grass or discarded branch isn't quite right, and moves along. I... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 