Another repost from the old OI blog, this one about my husband, from six years ago. My daughter's father is my ex-husband. When I left him 12 years ago, she was five years old, and very emotionally attached to her father. She was too young to understand what was going on, too young to see the... Continue Reading →
I'm married to an immigrant. Until recently, I never saw it in those terms. I mean, Tim's from Canada. He came here when he was 12. I don't think in terms of him having emigrated from Canada, he just got in a station wagon with his mom and siblings and drove across the border into... Continue Reading →
I'm from a big city. While I grew up in the Chicago suburbs, my mother was a native Chicagoan and a city girl, and my father worked downtown most of his life. I frequently went with him into the city for special events, and later took my children on day trips. I was comfortable getting... Continue Reading →
The following post began its life as an article published elsewhere, years ago (my daughter is 23 now), but it's a good introduction into Camp Attitude, the wonderful camp in Central Oregon dedicated to providing a place for families with children with disabilities. There have been some staff changes over the years, but if you have... Continue Reading →
Since the election, my mood has trended downward, unable to lift higher than "okay", just enough to get out of bed in the morning. A pall was cast on the world that night, and I can't find a way to poke through to let light in. Tim coming home at Thanksgiving helped, and having... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 