Poem: Fences without borders
Fences Without Borders
My neighbor leans a shovel against his wild
apple, so it appears he, or someone, can shovel
a tree-full of drops under the electric fence.
The cows wander over this fifth day
of October our...
Faith in Vermont: Take My Stuff, Please!
Stuff expands to fill the space available.
I’m not a physicist, but I’m pretty sure that’s a proven fact. It may even fall under Newton’s first law of motion: an object in motion will not change its velocity unless an...
Poem: Sea of White Apple Blossoms
Sea of White Apple Blossoms
With all this presidential hopeful fear
of uninvited immigrants, I’m happy
to be standing in line at customer
service, behind a Jamaican man, wiring
home money to his family on the island....
Faith in Vermont: How School Does Not Solve All Problems
At the start of every summer, I focus all my hope on the first day of school. When school begins again, I tell myself, everything will be okay. I can survive those long, hot days of summer vacation because the first day of school will arrive to...
Faith in Vermont: Once More to the Water
“It only gets really hot in Vermont for about one week every summer.”
That’s what we tell ourselves here in order to make ourselves feel better about Vermont’s widespread lack of central air conditioning.
Faith in Vermont: In Which I Butcher Some Chickens
“So, what does one wear to butcher chickens?” I asked my friend Courtney over the phone. We were confirming our plans for the following night; I was focusing on the priorities. (The answer, in case you were wondering, is: anything...
Faith in Vermont: Marriage, Thirteen Years Later
July 20, 2002, 8 AM
I spent the night with my mother at The Colony Club on Park Avenue in New York City, where the wedding reception will take place.
I didn’t sleep much; I was too excited. Instead, I finished reading The Things They...
Poem: Celebrating 100 Years of Middlebury Language Schools
Celebrating 100 Years of Middlebury Language Schools
Can I say a word I haven’t said before,
speak in a field’s blossoming tongue?
Pledge to keep my pledge, speak
Faith in Vermont: A Midsummer Sampler (With Kids)
“I am so bored. I’m bored to death!” moans my 7-year-old daughter.
We are three weeks into summer vacation. For one of those weeks, she attended a day camp at Lake Dunmore. For two and a half of those weeks, her...
Faith in Vermont: Changing My Mind
It can be humbling to write a bi-weekly newspaper column: Few things more effectively highlight one’s capacity for change – or inconsistency, denial, and flip-flopping. I’m not convinced that this is a bad thing; isn...