February 12th, 2015
VERGENNES — Since the school’s founding in 1959, Vergennes Union High School graduations have divided its senior classes by gender, assigning white robes to girls and blue robes to boys and requiring them to enter the ceremony from different sides of the school gym.
After a January prompt from VUHS Principal Stephanie Taylor, a series of discussions on that tradition, and two votes, the members of the VUHS class of 2015 decided to change the final ritual of their high school career.
MIDDLEBURY — It’s always visually pleasing to enter the Middlebury Community House, the brick Federal-style building at the corner of Seymour and Main streets in downtown Middlebury. The foyer features a sweeping spiral staircase, crystal chandelier, and doors with blue, white and gold cloisonné enamel hardware.
On Sunday night, after an evening in the office, I drove home in the latest snowstorm. As I normally do, I swerved my car as close as possible to the mailbox at the end of the driveway so as to retrieve my mail from the comfort of my warm car. Inside the ice-encrusted mailbox was crammed a cardboard box wedged in so tightly I had to use two hands to pry it out. Inside my house, I sliced open the tape with a folding knife and peeled back the lid.
Before the whoops and hollers of relief die down in light of Vermont Gas Systems’ decision to abandon Phase II of its natural gas pipeline through Middlebury, Cornwall and Shoreham en route to the International Paper plant in Ticonderoga, let’s assess the consequence of that decision, and whether the pipeline deserves the public ire heaped upon it.
I threw out my back while shoveling snow the weekend before last, leaving my husband, Mark, to finish my share of the labor. He called it “convenient timing.”
True, shoveling is my least favorite winter chore. But the injury was real and the timing, in my opinion, was entirely appropriate. Who tweaks their back while resting quietly?
Hugging is a wonderful way to express affection. It’s one of my favorite things to do.
But when it comes to men hugging their casual male friends, I’m sure I speak for many men when I say:
Can’t we just go back to shaking hands?
I’m not sure when it was that hugging among men became the New Normal. Maybe it started back in the Seventies, when feminist-oriented women (rightly) started pounding it into our feeble male brains that it wouldn’t kill us to show some public affection to other men, now and then.
I’m writing in support of new legislation to support the formation of a Blue Ribbon Commission to research financing options for high-quality, affordable childcare in Vermont.
As an employee in a community childcare support agency, I am well aware of the true cost of quality childcare and the limited ability of most families to afford to pay for quality care. Most childcare programs do not charge what it really costs them to offer high-quality care, and instead rely on fundraising.