When I talk about my daughter having a disability, I get a lot of sad faces, murmurs of morose sympathy, and sorrowful eyes averted, so as not to look directly at the reality of being disabled. It's the last one that I wish I could fix. I don't care if people have pity, and I would... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was born, I was 25 years old, and thought I knew a thing or two about the world. I had been married a while, had a son, a college degree, and a Catholic faith that helped me make some sense of the world. I was determined to be the kind of person my... Continue Reading →
My mother in law doesn't like me. Let's just get that out of the way up front. There's a story behind it, as there is behind every contentious relationship, and the story has two sides, as they all do, and I believe mine is right, as every person does. The particulars don't make a bit... Continue Reading →
The people in our new home are warm, friendly, quirky and delightful. People think it's strange and bizarre, but the population has its own diverse personality. In other places, people do odd things as a means of getting attention, but here, it's just an expression of who they are. And that individual freedom is becoming... 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 →
Meg Currell 