A long time ago in a state far, far away, I worked in the School of Music at the university I attended. It was a student job, answering phones and stuffing envelopes and pouring coffee. That's how I met my ex-husband, actually. Pouring him awful 4:30 p.m. black coffee, which we sold for a quarter... Continue Reading →
I used to believe that becoming a parent automatically caused some kind of permanent, impenetrable bond with the new person you created, something that made you love them no matter what. But the painful reality is that people do stupid, hurtful shit to each other regardless of blood ties, and that the expectation of that... Continue Reading →
When Tim left, I had plans for all sorts of activities. I did a few of them. I also did others that weren't planned. I killed the time. I've been trying to distract myself from the "I'm not in Paris--woe is me" thoughts that ran through my head every time I heard from my conscientious... Continue Reading →
I wasn't going to post today. I had a relaxing day planned of sightseeing and hanging out with my daughter. She had a big day yesterday, and I wanted to give her -- and me -- a few moments away from the intensity of life-decision-moments, some time where we could just *be*. Celebratory without being... Continue Reading →
I'm tending the goats again. My farmer friend is on a jaunt down the coast (still love saying that!) and I get goats and chickens mornings and evenings for a couple days. It's peaceful work, gathering eggs and scattering feed. Two of the goats get milked, an unexpectedly serene ritual of communication with the animal.... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 