Over the last couple of weeks, I have jumped into the fray with some of you and argued the truth about police brutality against African Americans. Armed with unassailable sources and hard data, I've worked to show you not just how you're factually wrong, but how you're morally wrong. African Americans are seen and treated... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 