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RDHTMOM meditation

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, May 15, 2016 Recent sighting: a little red Chevy with the license plate RDHTMOM. Behind the wheel is a 40-something brunette with a medium bob and bangs. Take a deep breath as you grip the steering wheel, and squeeze hard, hard as you can. Harder. Harder still. Aaaaand release. Feel the blood flow…… Continue reading RDHTMOM meditation

Tiny buds

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, May 1, 2016 Five years ago today, my husband died. My daughter was about to graduate high school, turn 18, go off to college and start her life. She had weathered his diagnosis of melanoma and seen him through 17 months of struggle and regimen, pain and hope. She had weathered my moving…… Continue reading Tiny buds

Cat interpreter

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 20, 2016 Wills, our willful orange tabby who just turned ten, has an interspecies interpreter at home. That would be me. I am the language specialist who delivers in English what this feline is “thinking” — or whatever crazy, mixed-up thing it is they do with their 30 grams of gray…… Continue reading Cat interpreter

Breakfast of regulars

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 6, 2016 I am eating cereal, something I rarely do these days, but the cupboards are bare, so I am shoveling it in standing up, contemplating the nature of Os and going into a familiar routine I call The Visiting Alien, this time honing in on cereal and breakfast. Here I…… Continue reading Breakfast of regulars

Dzubble dzutch

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, February 21, 2016 Dear 11-year-old self, I’m writing you a letter about jumping rope — double Dutch, to be exact. It’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about the last 10 years, for whatever reason. Yes, 10 years. They go by fast. I have not been cogitating on jump rope, but rather I’ve…… Continue reading Dzubble dzutch

Sign of the Dove

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, February 7, 2016 It’s the early 80s and it’s New York City, still a gritty place with large pockets of swank. I’m a single girl, a young woman who doesn’t hang out in bars much. I have very little money because I work in publishing, an industry notorious, especially back then, for a…… Continue reading Sign of the Dove