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February 10th, 2015
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 stay at St. Joseph's Dwelling Place, a retreat center just outside of Ludlow, Vermont.
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.
I don’t want you to be surprised when I tell you
she’s designed a catalogue in her mind
of matching pairs, for pet owners and their dogs
and cats, so they can be stored forever
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.
There! It's out!
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.
We don’t sleep in
as we’d imagined ourselves
We begin walking
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
in a safe. Anywhere what you choose
could be found in a day, a hundred
years from now. By somebody
who still has your name. Who may not
know what they’re seeing,
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 House of Representatives voted, 110-69, in favor of the incumbent Democratic governor over his Republican challenger, Scott Milne. Libertarian candidate Dan Feliciano received no votes.
December 30th, 2014
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’s still new and surprising that there are members of our family who can read besides my husband and me, and I’ve yet to take the necessary precautions.)
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