Over the years, Tim and I have, as couples do, gone through a number of pregnancy scares. Pre-Tim, both of my pregnancies were surprises, powerful events that changed the course of my life. I was conditioned to view missed or delayed periods with fear and anxiety -- which is a reflection not on the children... Continue Reading →
I do not like tomatoes. Their acidity has always caused me problems, from spaghetti sauce to chili to salsa. I view most tomato-based recipes with resignation, reminding myself I'll have to take heartburn medication well in advance. And I've never thought the flavor of tomatoes was worth the trouble. (Except for smoked tomatoes, which are... Continue Reading →
My first roommate, freshman year, was a huge eye opener. Through her, I had my first external gauge of how I relate to the world. My shyness and intellectual pursuits suddenly stood out, and the hard edges of my need for privacy crashed into her constant social engagements in our room. Our forced partnership ended... Continue Reading →
Someone just referred to his "mental shelf", his ability to retrieve quickly information stored in his memory. The speed with which he provided the requested information stunned me, and made me examine my own mental faculties. To be fair, this guy is a PhD, and actively studies neuroscience. I suspect he reads a lot of... Continue Reading →
In the Midwest, the world is flat. As far as the eye can see, there's only horizon, distance, the eventual place beyond that is impossible to reach. Here in the Northwest, the horizon is short, 20-30 feet ahead, where the path twists around the side of a mountain or drops into a gorge. There's no... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 