I came across a previously published piece I wrote about my daughter, an introduction about OI for some co-workers who were just getting to know me. With the number of new people in my life now, it seems like a good time to repost. Let Me Tell You A Story I started a full time job... Continue Reading →
I've waited in many surgical waiting rooms, nervously sorting the contents of my purse or reorganizing a file box I brought just to release some of the tension that builds when getting my child ready for surgery. My projects never lasted as long as the surgeries, due to my excessive, jangled speed and the way surgeries... Continue Reading →
I've written extensively about my daughter, and a little about my youngest son Thomas, but in the background of these thoughts has always been my relationship with my oldest, Matthew. I need to correct that. Matthew was the child who arrived when I was still a child, barely 21 years old, a college student pregnant... Continue Reading →
The child in this story turns 28 today. She's finished college and is working as a political activist (which is a real job with benefits and everything!) I continue to be overjoyed with her. --Ed. As many times as I've told the story of my daughter's birth, it appears I've never written it down. Tonight,... Continue Reading →
Like almost everybody I know, I've been struggling since the election. Well beyond "my side lost", the weight of what happened that night has been nearly impossible to carry. It almost buried me that night; horror, despair, anger, disgust, the view that this cataclysmic event launched us into a new, terrifying epoch. As I'd been... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 