Tina Haver Currin

I’ve always been slight, all slender muscle wrapped around small bones. I’m an only child raised by a single mother who kept the idea of physical hardiness foreign for much of my life. I was first exposed to athletic ichor while sitting on a wall outside of Broughton High School, waiting for a friend to […]

The harvest moon emerged from the ashes of a smoldering sunset two weeks ago, as though someone had plunked a quarter into the slot of sky directly above the horizon. The air was crisp and irresistibly sweet, and I wanted to fill my lungs with it. I hopped on my bike and pedaled toward the […]

“I know they have salad, honey,” said my father as we made our way to dinner. “And you can probably get a side of vegetables, too.” I was 11two months into my tenure as a vegetarianand already unbelievably tired of salads and “sautéed button mushrooms,” always doused in butter and served in a little gravy […]

The first time my family fully embraced technologylike, really got itwas the day we purchased a Roomba vacuum cleaner. Our previous workhorse was a standard upright Hoover, the kind with the rough cloth catchall bag and the headlight that flickered dim against sharp overhead lighting. The Hoover sputtered and churned, resisting my gawky teenage arms; […]

I first fell in love when I was 5 years old. Under the watchful eyes of the four-star General Norman Schwarzkopf and his daughter Cindy, I learned what it meant to want. With its juicy, candy-apple paint and oversized, knobby tires, Cindy’s red, rugged 1991 Jeep Wrangler became the first object of my desires. While […]