Dear Sophia, Happy birthday. For you today I want the most wonderful things; dancing and laughing and being with friends, having a good time, going out with friends. You're 21 now, so you should go out and have a blast. Unfortunately, today is your last day of classes before your final exams, so I have... Continue Reading →
My mom was quite a looker. Not just the run-of-the-mill pleasant-looking woman in the 50s, but a tiny, blazing-blue-eyed fiery redhead who made her own perfectly fitted suits (no pants for that lady, strictly skirts) and wore 4" spectator pumps to work in the city every day. She worked at the Daily News, one of... Continue Reading →
I've been working on a longterm project that requires a sewing machine. I was using a borrowed machine, but the lender needed it back to make a Halloween costume, so I've been looking for other ways to get this project moving. I could sew by hand, borrow another one, rent space at one of several... Continue Reading →
Long before the ginger songwriter penned the song that is only nominally about Lego, I was a Lego house maker. While my brothers built elaborate spaceships and vehicles, I was all about the home front: little rectangular structures with no roof, in which I obsessively arranged and rearranged tiny furniture. It was my only use for... Continue Reading →
That I have fallen in love with Portland is a well-established fact. The weather is gorgeous, the scenery and hills and trees and rivers and RAIN all make me happy. The people are funny and welcoming and kind and creative. The opportunities for doing stuff I love are limitless. But there are moments when I... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 