Category: For Real?

  • Sins for dog lovers

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, February 17, 2013 MCW: [crossing herself on hard bench of confessional] Bless me father for I have … sinned. It’s been— Priest on duty: [interrupting] Not that long since you were here, my child [sighs]. What now? MCW: [blushing] Gee. Is that how you address sinners these days, with “What now?”…

  • Slouchy Sunday style blog

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, February 4, 2013 After walking around a lot the last few days, I had a lazy morning and wore just black yoga pants and a white T-shirt, kind of slouchy. Finally, I did get dressed for eggs Benedict downstairs and put on black fitted jeans from Aéropostale …. that I rolled…

  • Codependent once more!

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, January 29, 2012 I’m on the website of cat behaviorist Jackson Galaxy (the host of a show I have just discovered, My Cat from Hell) reading about spirit essences, and scanning the dozens of ingredients listed in a promising little vial called Feral Cat Rehabilitation, a list which includes not only…

  • You-who

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, January 1, 2012 Here in Whoville, the year is about to roll like a log on its way to the sawmill. Christmas trees are being lobbed into piles outside. Ornaments are going back into recycled egg cartons. And town-wide, Whos of every age and temperament draft New Year’s resolutions on the…

  • “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…

  • Please, Google, 
do bedbugs fly?

    Telluride Daily Planet, Tuesday, November 16, 2010 WASHINGTON — The D.C. Department of Health has had to move the location of its “Bed Bug Summit” to accommodate demand. It’s crispy-cold in the city, and I’m experiencing familiar New York things that never seem to change: honking horns, the warm whoosh of air from subway stairwells,…