I hear that a lot about Thomas, our youngest. From teachers to neighbors to his co-workers, he impresses everyone with his sweetness, his kindness. He is really a wonderful kid. I met him when he was 4 years old. I dreamed of him years before I met him, though, in one of my more profound,... Continue Reading →
Things I have learned in Portland. (First in an occasional series.) Most of the cool places that you want to go only accept cash. If it has a door that customers can walk through and a sign that isn't written in permanent marker, they probably accept credit cards. But be armed with cash at all... Continue Reading →
Let me say that the reports are true, getting around in Portland via public transit (even without a bike, as I am now) is a piece of cake. I've got my Tri*Met pass, I'm good to go. Now, when I first got here, I realized that all of the back-and-forth and shopping and what-not was... Continue Reading →
Earlier today, I put my husband on a plane bound for Portland, Oregon. This is the first leg of our year-long westward journey, the most protracted move this side of a wagon train. I can't believe I actually let him go. He's starting a new job on Monday--MONDAY! it's crazy. Everything's upside down. On Monday... Continue Reading →
We've been very busy during the last month: taking a vacation in Canada, getting Sophia settled in at university, and getting Thomas' senior year of high school underway. All of this has been in addition to preparations for my departure for the west coast. I have been edgy, contemplative, not really myself. I realize that... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 