Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, December 27, 2015 We have just lit a candle. An expensive, beautiful smelling, long-burning candle, the scent of which is neroli, I believe, (citrus aurantium — the flower of the bitter orange — a heady, citrusy, flowery scent still prized, as it was in ancient Egypt, for its calming, tranquilizing and mood-elevating effects). It…… Continue reading Trumping the candle
Category: Older Better Wiser hahaha
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.…… Continue reading Path of The Country Bunny
Our elders, ourselves
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, August 23, 2015 Thirty minutes until my workday begins and I am on Main Street sneaking in a late bi-monthly transatlantic call to my aunt Michelle — who, at 90, is the undisputed matriarch of the family. I am about to receive a bit of a tongue lashing from her, which I…… Continue reading Our elders, ourselves
Balancing acts
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, July 26, 2015 On our street, growing up in Seattle in the ’60s and ’70s, the big old houses are still filled with Catholic, Presbyterian and Mormon families, so there’s nothing really special about five or six kids at a time having the same last name. During the summers — for a brief,…… Continue reading Balancing acts
Lichen pom-poms
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, April 5, 2015 When birthdays roll in, and eye rolls to go with them, I like to remember what a friend of mine says with every yearly groan of every one of her middle-aged friends. “Well, what’s the alternative?” she says. “It’s a privilege to have another birthday.” At the moment, I…… Continue reading Lichen pom-poms
Stuff
Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, November 9, 2014 It’s 1963 and we’ve started acquiring stuff, antiques mostly, because my father is newly infatuated and obsessed. A Pennsylvania boy by birth, he has unexpectedly made a French girl into a war bride and adopted a new country, replete with mind-blowing food, rich history and beautiful objects (which have…… Continue reading Stuff
Michelle Curry Wright 