A couple of weeks ago, my dear friend Krista stopped by unexpectedly while I was making dinner. As I welcomed her inside, she commented on how wonderful my dinner smelled. She tasted a nibble and was smitten, so I told her I'd send her the recipe. Here it is in painstaking, step-by-step detail. Step 1--Purchase... Continue Reading →
Family
I've laid a lot of fires this Thanksgiving season. I'm on my fourth one this week. Until today, it wasn't really cold enough here for a fire, but I set it for sentimental reasons. It's what we do on holidays. And as holidays are wont to do, thoughts of my parents and aunts and uncles... Continue Reading →
Stretched
I don't know how many more of these departures I can take. Every time he leaves, my resilience is tested, Stretch Armstrong-style. I'm a pretty sturdy gal, absorbing some heavy blows over my lifetime. Sometimes they're clustered, peppering me with punches to the gut so fast I lose my breath. Sometimes they're bell-ringers, knocking me... Continue Reading →
Big Fork, Little Spoon
Right this moment, I'm annoyed with my husband. Yes, I know--those of you who follow our story will be shocked that I ever have negative thoughts about him. But I say this at the start here so you understand that my feelings about him aren't clouded by mere romanticism, of which I am perpetually guilty.... Continue Reading →
But what about the CHILDREN?
It appears that my husband and I, in spite of our careful planning and his near obsessive attention to detail, have overlooked one of the factors of our move to Portland. All of our discussions and hand-wringing about finances (which are difficult) and logistics (not quite as complex as we'd thought) and emotional strength (surprisingly... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 