MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT

Tag: wellness

  • Watering our roots

    Telluride Times, April 2, 2026 “When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man A couple of weeks ago, my daughter sent me a copy of a character assessment from her employer, adding that it was a routine occurrence and that the tools varied each time. She felt hers was spot…

  • The kingdom of sleep

    Telluride Times, Thursday, February 19, 2026 This morning on the dog walk while reminiscing about childhood, I slipped mentally into my room on the second floor of the big house I grew up in, in Seattle. At night especially, it was clear to me how empty the place felt and how far away everyone else…

  • That gut feeling

    Telluride Times, Thursday, January 22, 2026 My long and intimate history with fiber (you have one, too) goes way back to at least the 1970s, when a fiber revolution was underway and things like Kellogg’s (now Kellanova) All-Bran cereal and Metamucil canisters began appearing on Formica counters across the U.S. My dad—I’ve said this before—was…

  • After the fall

    Telluride Daily Planet, e-edition, Friday, November 7, 2025 He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring We have the privilege of living high in the mountains, where our fall season…

  • This isn’t about sugar

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, October 24, 2025 “I love to eat — Kit Kats or cookies-and-cream ice cream. I need sugar like five times a day.” — Kim Kardashian In college, about a million years ago, I distinctly remember a moment of flopping myself down on our senior house couch and peeling open a full-sized…

  • Pickle people

    Telluride Daily Planet, Friday, October 10, 2025 Even as a toddler, I loved pickles. In 1962, my family crossed the Atlantic on the SS United States, a sleek luxury liner that would take us to my father’s last tour of duty for the U.S. Army in France. And the story my mother told was that…