Me moving to Portland has come as a shock to some people, and that's understandable. Boom, guess what, Tim's moved 1800 miles away. More than a couple of people have done a pretty good head-spin/bug-eyes move upon hearing this news. We've lived in the Midwest our entire adult lives; we've lived in Chicagoland the last... Continue Reading →
Something about this weekend has hit me really hard. Tim's been in Portland for a month now. He's really enjoying it. To a large extent, I'm enjoying the freedom of living alone for the first time in my life. I know I'm not technically alone, since there's a 17 year-old son lingering around most weekdays.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Meg Currell 