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Life hacks 501

published in the Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, February 1, 2015 I have a life hack of my own, something I will share with you in a moment. For those of you who don’t know, a life hack is a solution to an everyday problem — a gizmo, a workaround, a MacGyver, a light bulb on…… Continue reading Life hacks 501

Waiting room

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, January 18, 2015 I am sitting in the latest version of the waiting room at the dealership, a place I’ve been many times before in my three decades of Subarus. I’ve taken several leaves of absence. I’ve left happy, I’ve left mad and even vowed never to return. And yet here I…… Continue reading Waiting room

Once upon a time, New Year’s Eve 1945

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, January 4, 2015 My mother and father met at a New Year’s Eve party in Paris 1945, at the end of World War II, at the Pierre Hotel in Paris. She, the 24-year-old eldest of three girls who had been working to help support her family for eight years already, was on…… Continue reading Once upon a time, New Year’s Eve 1945

Silent Night, Holy Night

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 21, 2014 The holidays have crept up from behind swiftly this year, like an army of elves waving alarm clocks in one hand and jingling bells in another, chasing after me. You’re late! Where’s your spirit of the season?I am?? Just moments ago, the aisles were full of bite-sized Snickers! Seems…… Continue reading Silent Night, Holy Night

Between rooms 3 and 4

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 7, 2014 Dear Mr. Security Guard at MOMA, I really don’t know how you do it, standing in a doorway between two rooms as the hordes mill by, firing off their three questions — Can I take a picture, Where are the restrooms, and Which way to the Matisse cutouts. Sometimes…… Continue reading Between rooms 3 and 4

America

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 23, 2014 A little boy about five years old peers back from row 30 and looks at me. He’s cute. Big brown eyes, curly black hair, communicating with his expression since he doesn’t have English at his disposal. I smile at him, and he shyly holds my gaze. No trace of…… Continue reading America