The other day, I made hotel reservations in Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Wyoming again, Idaho and Oregon. That's the path we are taking at the end of the summer. That's the path to our new home. But it's also a vacation and a road trip and a honeymoon. Three years ago, my daughter and... Continue Reading →
Today I am sad. Raw from the loss and brutality of the marathon bombings, pushed to the limit of missing my husband, stretched thin, nearly transparent in my defenses. I try to maintain the energy I need to get through without him. Sturdy, strong, stiff-upper-lip, do the best you can with what you've got, don't... Continue Reading →
There is a bit of history behind the occasion of my marriage to Meg. I was just at the tail end of a lengthy and nasty divorce and custody fight, and Meg and I were quite anxious to formalize the union that we had made a commitment to 3 years prior. But the wedding needn't... Continue Reading →
I was inspired by Meg's piece to talk a little about what my youth was like, where my love for the outdoors comes from, and why I'm done with the city. Mine is a different story from Meg's, because I grew up in two different worlds. We lived in a stepping stone neighborhood in the... Continue Reading →
On the train on the way home tonight, I saw graffiti on the wall behind a fire escape of one of the apartment buildings near the tracks. The graffiti, beautifully drawn, read simply "Air". It seemed to me like a cry for something not easily found in the city, desperation for relief from the confines... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 