I'm moving furniture tonight. Sometimes moving furniture helps me get unstuck, jolted out of a space where I can't make sense. Tonight I'm doing it because I need familiar things around me. The kids (sans one) will be coming over for Thanksgiving, and I want this to feel like a home, something they're familiar with.... Continue Reading →
Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes
Let America Be America Again Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967 Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed— Let... Continue Reading →
Triage
Woke in a tangle of sheets in darkness this morning, light blipping from my cell phone. My husband on the other end, from New York where he's currently working as a consultant, letting me know he was worried about me. Wanted to hear my voice. My head throbbed from a night of sobbing, but talking... Continue Reading →
Bookends
Dear Mr. Russo, I attended your panel discussion yesterday at Wordstock, and talked briefly with you afterward at the book signing. I am so grateful you took the time to come to Portland, because in addition to the fact that you are a great and well-loved American writer, you were one of my creative writing... Continue Reading →
Fuck You, OI
A friend of mine died tonight. He was in his late twenties, a wicked-smart and passionate man with more compassion and understanding than most people I've met. We talked a couple of times a week, usually about politics, because this election has been driving us both insane. To offset this, we'd taken to sending each... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 