We've had a lot of car juggling going on the past several months, which all began when the car Matt was using up in Michigan decided that it was no longer interested in bending to our wicked ways. This all started with a flat tire, and that happened when Meg was attempting to drive the... Continue Reading →
It happened. The first seed catalogs are out. "Never too early to plan your garden!" Right about this time of year, I start salivating/squealing/budgeting/dreaming about planting my garden. In the cold--often in the snow--I plot out nascent planting beds, envision foliage coloration through the seasons, consider height and sunlight, ease of care. Last year I... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend Krista stopped by unexpectedly while I was making dinner. As I welcomed her inside, she commented on how wonderful my dinner smelled. She tasted a nibble and was smitten, so I told her I'd send her the recipe. Here it is in painstaking, step-by-step detail. Step 1--Purchase... Continue Reading →
I don't know how many more of these departures I can take. Every time he leaves, my resilience is tested, Stretch Armstrong-style. I'm a pretty sturdy gal, absorbing some heavy blows over my lifetime. Sometimes they're clustered, peppering me with punches to the gut so fast I lose my breath. Sometimes they're bell-ringers, knocking me... Continue Reading →
It appears that my husband and I, in spite of our careful planning and his near obsessive attention to detail, have overlooked one of the factors of our move to Portland. All of our discussions and hand-wringing about finances (which are difficult) and logistics (not quite as complex as we'd thought) and emotional strength (surprisingly... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 