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…… Continue reading Tiger paws
Category: 2019
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,…… Continue reading Find me, I’m here
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…… Continue reading Mr. Clean, explain thyself
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…… Continue reading Picking the cake
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…… Continue reading Flash tale of a snowshoe hare
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…… Continue reading Resoluminaria