Over the years, Tim and I have, as couples do, gone through a number of pregnancy scares. Pre-Tim, both of my pregnancies were surprises, powerful events that changed the course of my life. I was conditioned to view missed or delayed periods with fear and anxiety -- which is a reflection not on the children... Continue Reading →
My first roommate, freshman year, was a huge eye opener. Through her, I had my first external gauge of how I relate to the world. My shyness and intellectual pursuits suddenly stood out, and the hard edges of my need for privacy crashed into her constant social engagements in our room. Our forced partnership ended... Continue Reading →
In the Midwest, the world is flat. As far as the eye can see, there's only horizon, distance, the eventual place beyond that is impossible to reach. Here in the Northwest, the horizon is short, 20-30 feet ahead, where the path twists around the side of a mountain or drops into a gorge. There's no... Continue Reading →
A long time ago in a state far, far away, I worked in the School of Music at the university I attended. It was a student job, answering phones and stuffing envelopes and pouring coffee. That's how I met my ex-husband, actually. Pouring him awful 4:30 p.m. black coffee, which we sold for a quarter... Continue Reading →
I used to believe that becoming a parent automatically caused some kind of permanent, impenetrable bond with the new person you created, something that made you love them no matter what. But the painful reality is that people do stupid, hurtful shit to each other regardless of blood ties, and that the expectation of that... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 