Tim and I have been married for 15 years this month, together 18 as of February of this year. In that time, we've been through some big stressors, from his contentious custody battle with his ex-wife to my daughter's surgeries and the educational skirmishes resulting from her disability. My admiration for his strength and commitment is... Continue Reading →
I was in a pediatric hospital room yesterday, just as a visitor. The room was empty, unused. The impact of the sensory input took me by surprise. The hard surfaces of the parents' chair, the cot under the window, the bathroom in the corner. A room where life is suspended while a child receives care.... Continue Reading →
I'm wearing a baseball cap today. I have to adjust the brim while I'm driving, because I feel like my vision's obstructed, even though it probably isn't. It's just a habit. Wearing a baseball cap reminds me of my oldest brother (I have three.) He's probably on my mind anyway because I spent time with... Continue Reading →
A long time ago, I was an assistant editor at a trade magazine. It was a small operation, just the editor, a graphic designer, and me. We worked side by side with another magazine, as we were all part of the same organization's collection of magazines. My boss, the editor of the trade publication, was... Continue Reading →
Here's another old blog from 2012 about my daughter. A couple of weeks ago, my daughter was all set to go to university in the Big City. She'd made the decision, we'd met with the appropriate Official People, toured a dorm/cafeteria/classroom, discussed Everything Under the Sun, filled out all the paperwork, and made her Officially... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 