MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT

Category: Deep Stuff, Sort Of

  • Day of the Dead — and of the Living

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, November 2, 2018   In Santa Fe just last weekend for a visit with friends, my husband and I are lucky enough to have it all: sweet October warmth, blue sky, the coziness of all that adobe and the golden cascade of leaves coming down like coins as we stroll along. Not…

  • Satisfied and tickled, too

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, October 16, 2016 (last essay for this paper!)   The only fan letter I ever wrote was to the novelist, Tom Robbins. No eye rolling, please. It’s important to note that I happened to be working for his publisher in New York City at the time (1982), and I happened to be…

  • Birken-stalkings

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, October 2, 2016   Years and years ago, within the secret-gardened privilege of a liberal arts education — back when, at this particular college, there are no requirements for any sort of mathematics but four years of requirements for cultural history from Greece and Rome to the modern day — I have…

  • RDHTMOM meditation

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, May 15, 2016 Recent sighting: a little red Chevy with the license plate RDHTMOM. Behind the wheel is a 40-something brunette with a medium bob and bangs. Take a deep breath as you grip the steering wheel, and squeeze hard, hard as you can. Harder. Harder still. Aaaaand release. Feel the blood flow…

  • Path of The Country Bunny

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 12, 2015 Dear Santa, Here’s my Christmas list. Actually, in preamble, I have to admit that I have been thinking about the Easter Bunny lately — more specifically, the one portrayed in my favorite book of all time, “The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes.” Do you remember it? It’s 1939.…

  • Princess-of-the-world cat meditation

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, August 9, 2015 Sit upright on one of those squares you like. The vintage Navajo rug, or the laptop case, or one of the placemats they hate you sitting on, smack in the middle of the dining room table. There is no one at home now, no one to try to make…