I had to ask for a seatbelt extender on a recent flight. This is new for me, a product of menopause hitting all the right places and a slow recovery from a knee injury. And, you know, I like food. I was flying to a wedding, old family friends I haven't seen for years. I... Continue Reading →
My paying gig as front-desk customer service at a community arts center means I get to talk to a lot of people. Some people are signing up for classes with Portland Parks, some are visiting our art gallery, some are looking for something else altogether. What I do every day is sorting out what people... Continue Reading →
There hasn't been an update about my daughter for a while, because she's been off at school being a student. That's unremarkable except in the sense that there were doctors who didn't think she'd be strong enough to hold a pencil, and she's about to finish her Bachelor's, but whatever. She's a person who's in... Continue Reading →
Dear Ms. DuVernay, I'm writing thank you for bringing to life one Meg Murry, a person so alive for me I hesitate to call her a "character." Ever since I learned you were making a movie based on A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle, I've watched with eager anticipation every step along the way,... Continue Reading →
For almost three years, I've been writing theatre reviews for a media company. The work was compensated only in theatre tickets and the sense of satisfaction of seeing my words read by thousands of people. That has been more than enough for me. News arrived at the very end of 2017 that my editor at... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 