MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT

Category: 2019

  • Tiger paws

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, June 7, 2019   Sinking down in a theater seat and waiting for the lights to fall, I turn to my neighbor to the right, a middle-aged woman — like me — wearing a cowboy hat and fuchsia sweater. Her vibe is open, the kind of open that might lead to…

  • Find me, I’m here

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, May 2, 2019   I love surprises. I can’t say that I grew up with many of them, at least not the kind I’m talking about. We did have what I’ll call the Dictum/Surprise, which usually came down from on high (my father) and went something like this: “Rise and shine,…

  • Mr. Clean, explain thyself

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, April 4, 2019   It’s spring, and the smell of chemicals is in the air. From a visceral place located deep within baby boomers’ brains (the olfactory bulb of the limbic system), Mr. Clean’s face pops to mind, his smiling eyes, bald head, hoop earrings, crossed arms and fiercely positive demeanor. It’s…

  • Picking the cake

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, March 1, 2019   Growing up, we didn’t have birthday parties. Not the kind with party hats and streamers and balloons — where you and all your little banshee friends tore up the house while the adults looked on indulgently. I don’t remember going to birthday parties at all, in fact, or…

  • Flash tale of a snowshoe hare

    Flash tale of a snowshoe hare

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, February 1, 2019   It’s late at night and we are driving down Dallas Divide, down a ribbon of highway into the valley, as we’ve all done a hundred times before, staring through the windows, alert for creatures. This is the place that feels most like a pure meditative state to those…

  • Resoluminaria

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, January 4, 2019   About 1 million years ago, in the early 1960s, in French elementary school, we actually learned to write with dip pens. Plastic pens with nibs you inserted. Purple ink in glass wells. The ubiquitous blotters close at hand. Stained cuticles. And hours upon hours spent copying forms to…