People warned me about moving to Portland. Some were concerned that I didn't know what I was getting myself into, that living in this city would change me in ways I didn't anticipate. Turns out they were right. Here are the things they warned me about. 1) Weather. "It rains so much! You'll never be... Continue Reading →
Personal care matters tell the tale. She sat up most of the day and felt good, except when she laughed. That elicited a wince, and required that she lie down. Attempting a shower, we saw exactly what positions caused the most pain, and realized that she will need assistance with bathing and toileting for at... Continue Reading →
I've been working on a longterm project that requires a sewing machine. I was using a borrowed machine, but the lender needed it back to make a Halloween costume, so I've been looking for other ways to get this project moving. I could sew by hand, borrow another one, rent space at one of several... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 