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August 25th, 2015
“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.
“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 that you don’t mind coming into contact with blood, guts, feathers, and – above all – that chicken smell.)
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 Carried, Tim O’Brien’s masterful novel about the Vietnam War: an odd reading choice for a bride-to-be, perhaps, but it definitely takes my mind off of the wedding.
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
only in the school I’m in? To learn one
phrase more, to sound as if I was born there
and not here among (oh, I’m saying it)
the world of Vermont’s girosoles.
“I am so bored. I’m bored to death!” moans my 7-year-old daughter.
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’t the point of individual human existence to grow and change? Isn’t it natural that the ideas expressed in a column should evolve along with the human writing that column?
This column will be published immediately following the last day of Addison County’s 2014-15 school year.
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