Faith in Vermont: Vermont Country
As a Christmas gift this year, my husband sent me away.
I mean that in the best sense: Aware that I could use a solid chunk of quiet and solitude (that's a euphemism for "escaping the children"), my husband booked me a two-night...
Poem: Deb Smith's one of the most joyous women
Deb Smith's one of the most joyous women
I know, painting a living room, retouching
a guest bathroom. Or sitting by her potter’s
wheel, spinning that round table, her hands
urging the clay into a bowl or a funereal urn...
Faith in Vermont: For Shame
shame, n 1 a: a painful emotion caused by consciousness of guilt, shortcoming, or impropriety [Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary, 1986]
I am not a member at the Middlebury Natural Foods Co-op...
I’m proposing we travel
to the Edmund Pettus Bridge
in Selma, Alabama
on the first day we have
together on the occasion
of your retirement.
Poem: Things You Kept in Mind
Things You Kept in Mind
for my friends at Elderly Services
Sometimes all you need is to be
asked, to say what you’d store
in a metal box--bury, hide, lock
Faith in Vermont: Radon -- It's a Gas!
Like most parents of young children, my husband and I block out the days between Christmas and New Year's Day -- dates that correspond roughly with the school winter vacation. During this two week period, we set aside our to-do...
MONTPELIER — Gov. Peter Shumlin was elected to another term in office this morning by earning an overwhelming majority of the votes cast in the Vermont Legislature.
After only brief discussion, members of the Vermont Senate and...
Faith in Vermont: On Writing, the Darkest Day, and the New Year
Last week, my oldest daughter found a copy of our Christmas letter – the breezy family update that I’d slapped together to send out with our Christmas cards. She sat down at the kitchen table to read it, without my knowledge. (It...
Faith in Vermont: Powerless
Life changes with the phone's ring, with a single recorded sentence:
"Good morning, this is Peter Burrows, ACSU Superintendent."
That's the call we received at roughly 5:30 AM last Wednesday. These calls always seem to...
Poem: Town plow
He cares so much for us he doesn’t
plow the middle of the road.
He knows the cold can make
a rink of where we’ll have to walk
in the middle of the night