All hockey season long, I've been trying to recruit fans to NHL hockey. Whenever a friend expresses boredom, or is fed up with the politics in their favorite sport, or fed up with the paucity of winning games among the professional teams in their city (mostly Chicago), I suggest they try watching hockey. For 82... Continue Reading →
To take flight. It's the goal of many of our endeavors. To master a skill or talent or job so that when we do it, we soar, effortless and powerful, self-sufficient, peerless. Good musicians achieve this occasionally. Great ones do it regularly. Michael Jordan did it, and Wayne Gretzky. Swimmer Maritza McClendon just did it.... Continue Reading →
Gestalt was one of my mother's favorite German words to throw into conversations. It means "the whole" or "all the things together" or, kind of, "the big picture". Everything is everything. A couple of years ago, there was a dorky movie called the Butterfly Effect, which I didn't watch because it starred Ashton Kutcher, and... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's post led to heated discussions. To my great surprise, many people argued for keeping my mouth shut because the situation with the Duggars is "private," and none of my business. Just please, Meg, be quiet. Today my husband has been told the same message about another subject. What right, they said, do YOU have... Continue Reading →
*trigger warning.* Hey, Christian friends? Yeah, you. The people I've known since I was a teenager. The ones who introduced me to Jesus at those Catholic youth group meetings every Sunday night. The ones who showed me that it's okay interact with God without the presence of a priest. The ones who entreated me to... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 