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Lost (and found) in translation

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, October 3, 2010 “I’ll take the 8th Battalion for a week and you keep the house and Michelle for one day and we’ll see who is begging whom first.” —Jeannine Curry My mother used to like to tell a story about an incident at the public library in Carmel circa 1960.…… Continue reading Lost (and found) in translation

I scream, you scream, we all scream for primal scream

Telluride Daily Planet, Tuesday, September 14, 2010 A recent fling with bicycle riding has left me feeling euphoric and impervious to injury of late, which is a dangerous state in the world of exercise, anyone here can tell you that. After hard rides (for a 50-something), I come home coasting on endorphins, and the thought…… Continue reading I scream, you scream, we all scream for primal scream

Job Description

Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, August 15, 2010 It was the single, solitary boyfriend of my high school career (the only one clever enough to skirt the electric fence of my father), who got me thinking about jobs for the first time. By the age of 16, Peter was already depositing bi-weekly payroll checks from the…… Continue reading Job Description

Sugar, Sugar

Telluride Daily Planet, Thursday, August 5, 2010 My mother used to tell people — quite emphatically — that she lost her appetite during the war. She said it as if she were an amputee, or someone eviscerated of the mojo that made her desire deliciousness and nourishment. And every time she said it, I was mad…… Continue reading Sugar, Sugar

A Midsummer Night’s Dream Interview

Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, July 2, 2010 MCW: So, not to embarrass you or anything, but the first day I saw you, this spring? You were sitting in a fir tree in my front yard, looking cold and helpless. Your wings held the quiet of the world. I had pity. HBird: Is that a question,…… Continue reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream Interview

Summer Breeze

Telluride Daily Planet, Monday, June 14, 2010 Three a.m. again, but the deep heart of night — for once — is sweet. Not because a night sweat isn’t the cause of throwing the covers off; it is. Not because there aren’t obsessions circulating between my ears in the black recesses of night-mind; there are. Not…… Continue reading Summer Breeze