These are the ephemera that deserve my attention, not the dust tumbleweeds in the hallway or smudges on the fridge.
What My Daughter Taught Me
Anew Hope
I sit for a moment in the sun, breathing its warmth into the corners of my lungs. It was a good, hard three hours, and I'm ecstatic, filthy and exhausted. It's planting season, and the next six months hold mysteries I haven't even contemplated. But what will come will be managed.
ADVENTURETIME
Hey, there you are. Come keep me company while I wait to leave for the airport. Tim's flying in tonight, arriving after 10, so I need to do something while I'm waiting. He's coming for our joint birthday celebration, the midway point between my birthday (10/1) and his (10/30). We've been celebrating this way for... Continue Reading →
Roots
Today, I found out that two people I have met since I moved to Portland are leaving; two unrelated people, from different corners of my life. One is leaving to retire at the coast, one is leaving to build a career in another city. Both are dear to me, each expressing a "native Portland" personality... Continue Reading →
The Perfect Spot
My dog can't find a place to pee. It's not for lack of trying, because he stops at every bush en route from the door up the sidewalk to the grassy hill across the parking lot, lifts his leg, decides this bush or blade of grass or discarded branch isn't quite right, and moves along. I... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 