Category: Deep Stuff, Sort Of

  • Still face

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, March 5, 2020   Every March, when the world is born again, I feel compelled, like sap rising up my arm, to shoot a hand into the air, as if to ask some primal question, as if sitting in the first row of the classroom of life.  I don’t know if…

  • 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…

  • 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…