My mother was Irish. She had some German mixed in from her mother, but her heritage, her way of being, was pure Irish American. Despite having Russian and Polish lineage from our dad, we were raised in the Irish tradition, which means we were devout Catholics, we heard a lot of quaint sayings, were imbued... Continue Reading →
All the Old Familiar Places
As I finished vacuuming our tiny apartment, backing into the room where the vacuum is parked, I admired the pleasing lines in the carpet. I remembered the story my farmer friend told me about when she was much younger and garnered great pleasure from vacuuming herself out onto the deck, where she would sit and... Continue Reading →
Poor Tim
Sometimes, funny things happen that are too long for Twitter (obviously) and I just don't want to put them on Facebook. Really, Facebook is pissing me off right now, so I'm not talking to Facebook. Teeny tiny blog posts are my solution. Tim and I are renegotiating our roles in marriage based on changing needs... Continue Reading →
You Go, Glenn Coco
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 →
Swing Those Fists
When I was in college, I took a couple of pre-law classes, including Constitutional Law. I was a complete nerd about legal texts, hanging around with my classmates discussing case law and comparative governments. It was the best year of my academic career. I'm no constitutional expert, but I have an interest in the subject.... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 