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Rock, paper, scissors, hair
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 4, 2011 I am standing, scissors in hand, poised and inches away from my sister’s thick hardly-gray-even-though-she’s-ten-years-older tresses, thinking about gene puddles and the great wagon wheel of karma. Joelle and I, though we have identical voice registries and laugh at the same time at the same jokes, look not…
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“That future boom, boom, boom…”
Telluride Daily Planet, Saturday, November 12, 2011 MCW: [crossing herself] Bless me father, for I have sinned. It’s been, um, 35 years since my last confession. Father: Welcome back, my child. And it’s 36, actually. But who’s counting? MCW: Oh. Well, [sound of fidgeting] where to start, right? Disrespectful thoughts about my parents when they…
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Adventures in neuroplasticity! (featuring Max)
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, October 16, 2011 Max, a calico guinea pig, was adopted as the family pet circa 1968, a few years after we lost the wildly likeable white rabbit we called Mr. K. I still don’t know how on earth my father, a military man, conceded to the string of non-traditional pets —…
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Friends don’t let friends play Words with Friends (It’s addictive)
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, October 2, 2011 It’s not like I didn’t grow up playing board games. Scrabble, Monopoly, Parcheesi, Battleship, Mastermind, Numble, RSVP, Risk, Stratego, Trouble, Connect Four, Facts in Five. My mother — and sole opponent — was also my personal trainer in the formative crossword years.Any real instinct to play, however, has long…
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Apples (my father’s dream)
Telluride Daily Planet, Thursday, September 15, 2011 After dad retired from the Army, he got a job at Boeing. I’m not sure exactly what he did there, but he got laid off along with everyone else in Seattle in the early ‘70s, and, to my mother’s great surprise, became a permanent fixture in the house…
MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT 