The garden was once my place to be away from people. I'd pack extra water and a snack and spend hours in the dirt, pouring sweat and occasionally tears into the ground as I weeded and cultivated and trimmed and pruned. Turns out other gardeners are quiet people too, and side by side we'd tend... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, when I was describing the upcoming move to a new friend, he said "So you have a chance at a fresh start!" I bridled, initially, because I associate "fresh start" with running away from something. It's probably from movies or novels, the heroine escaping from the bad guys, assuming a new... Continue Reading →
WARNING: This post contains personal opinions about faith and individualism. No lifeguards on duty. Proceed at your own risk. I've been lucky to have a variety of friends over the years. They come from a pretty broad spectrum of backgrounds, from European to Asian to African American to Middle Eastern to Hispanic, from college educated... Continue Reading →
Remember when I was complaining that I couldn't do anything to get ready for the move? That we were in "hurry up and wait" mode? That's over. Now we're just in "Hurry Up" mode. And everything's happening at once; Matt's moving to a new apartment, and starting his new "traveling around the country" job next... Continue Reading →
As I'm sure you've gathered, I am a passionate hockey fan. Now that our season has ended in the most glorious fashion possible buncha sweaty guys in a hog pile.I'd like to take a moment to examine my hockey history. It's a good one. I hope you'll stay with me. I grew up in a... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 