We've had a lot of car juggling going on the past several months, which all began when the car Matt was using up in Michigan decided that it was no longer interested in bending to our wicked ways. This all started with a flat tire, and that happened when Meg was attempting to drive the... Continue Reading →
Do you know what part of you is the heaviest? Know how to find out? Stay tuned. For a variety of reasons --- cost being primary among them --- I am doing the bus-and-bike thing out in Portland. For the time being it's without the bike, but even if I had one I wouldn't be... Continue Reading →
It happened. The first seed catalogs are out. "Never too early to plan your garden!" Right about this time of year, I start salivating/squealing/budgeting/dreaming about planting my garden. In the cold--often in the snow--I plot out nascent planting beds, envision foliage coloration through the seasons, consider height and sunlight, ease of care. Last year I... Continue Reading →
My existence here in Portland has been very serene, peaceful, isolated, controlled. That's good, as I just found out when we had the 5 of us back in the house for a short holiday visit over the past several days. That life, that much randomness and compounded stress, was killing me. In order to maintain... Continue Reading →
Lately, I've been getting a lot of questions about why I want to leave my little hometown. There's a romance about living in your hometown, and being married to your high school sweetheart, and raising your kids in the town you grew up in, and being close to family. But as with most romances, the... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 