It's 4 a.m. I'm sitting at the dining room table next to an open window, watching a waxing gibbous moon, pondering the complexities of the new phase of my life. As you all know, I'm newly transplanted to the West Coast, and have been processing that massive life change on this page. But that's not... Continue Reading →
When my daughter was born, she was flown to St. Louis, which had the closest Level 4 NICU for her needs. The next day, my sister drove my son and me to St. Louis, where we would end up staying for 10 days. Being a college student, I couldn't afford a hotel, but my wonderful... Continue Reading →
I was wrong. I'll just say that up front. I went into my first winter in Portland with the arrogance of a hearty Midwesterner, full of the belief that I could handle any weather conditions this mild-coastal region had in store. Rain? I got this; don my raincoat and boots, I'm all set. Fog? Cool!... Continue Reading →
The other day, my husband and I marked fifteen years from the day of our first date as adults. Because we dated as teenagers, I tend to connote the two eras of our life with "as kids" and "as adults." The only anniversaries we celebrate are those from our adult era, but the distinction between... Continue Reading →
Next summer, Tim gets to go on a men's trip to Europe with his father and all of the males on his side of the family. The group will consist of Tim's father, his brother, a brother-in-law, Tim, and four male children, the youngest of whom is 12 years old. This is a special trip... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 