I've been working on a longterm project that requires a sewing machine. I was using a borrowed machine, but the lender needed it back to make a Halloween costume, so I've been looking for other ways to get this project moving. I could sew by hand, borrow another one, rent space at one of several... Continue Reading →
Recently, I've found myself engaging vigorously in debates with friends and family about issues pertaining to health care policy and news. I've engaged these discussions purposely, with an eye to correcting misinformation that has spread like some highly contagious virus from some exotic place. My fervor for and knowledge of health care has increased over... Continue Reading →
Long before the ginger songwriter penned the song that is only nominally about Lego, I was a Lego house maker. While my brothers built elaborate spaceships and vehicles, I was all about the home front: little rectangular structures with no roof, in which I obsessively arranged and rearranged tiny furniture. It was my only use for... Continue Reading →
That I have fallen in love with Portland is a well-established fact. The weather is gorgeous, the scenery and hills and trees and rivers and RAIN all make me happy. The people are funny and welcoming and kind and creative. The opportunities for doing stuff I love are limitless. But there are moments when I... Continue Reading →
Over the years, we've had to be intellectually and physically creative in making accommodations for Sophia. From shortened sleeves and easily accessed "fracture" clothes to short desks for doing homework, we've adapted her physical world when it was appropriate, which is not to say we did it every time it was needed, as we're aware of... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 