A long time ago in a state far, far away, I worked in the School of Music at the university I attended. It was a student job, answering phones and stuffing envelopes and pouring coffee. That's how I met my ex-husband, actually. Pouring him awful 4:30 p.m. black coffee, which we sold for a quarter... Continue Reading →
When I arrived in September, Tim was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, was using a cardboard box as a night stand, and had three whole pieces of furniture in the apartment. One of those was a lovely bed he acquired for Sophia (better than the one he was using, God love him), but... Continue Reading →
As of Friday, May 30, our oldest offspring has come out to Portland to live. For the time being (emphasis his), he will be staying with us until he gets his feet on the ground. He comes our way after living on his own for six years in Lansing, Michigan, where he attended Michigan State... Continue Reading →
I've been at the job hunt for four months now. I only started in January, after the boys' visit was over. We decided I'd take some time after we got here in September to orient myself to the new surroundings, to help Sophia with transportation and university tours, and I needed every minute of those... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 