I was wrong. I'll just say that up front. I went into my first winter in Portland with the arrogance of a hearty Midwesterner, full of the belief that I could handle any weather conditions this mild-coastal region had in store. Rain? I got this; don my raincoat and boots, I'm all set. Fog? Cool!... Continue Reading →
The other day, my husband and I marked fifteen years from the day of our first date as adults. Because we dated as teenagers, I tend to connote the two eras of our life with "as kids" and "as adults." The only anniversaries we celebrate are those from our adult era, but the distinction between... Continue Reading →
Next summer, Tim gets to go on a men's trip to Europe with his father and all of the males on his side of the family. The group will consist of Tim's father, his brother, a brother-in-law, Tim, and four male children, the youngest of whom is 12 years old. This is a special trip... Continue Reading →
I've been warned not to use Totes Magoats as a title because it has nothing to do with my content. However, I'm ignoring that warning because I like Totes Magoats so much I *want* it as my title. It makes me giggle, it's fun to say, and it is completely meaningless. And if I don't... Continue Reading →
The other day, I saw a woman who looked and moved so much like my sister that I felt a little flutter of excitement. For a brief moment, I thought "oh, she's here! she came to visit me!" And then I realized it wasn't her, and my heart fell. And I knew from the pain... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 