Faith in Vermont: Current Events, Common Sense, and Craft Fairs
It is difficult for the human mind to commit itself to one thing, and to maintain focus upon that thing in order to see it through to completion.
This is particularly true for parents of young children, who may have only two uninterrupted...
Accord: A poem by Gary Margolis
Pleasant, isn’t it, December’s January
thaw? The snow that isn’t here, sand and salt
still mountains in the town’s bins. Tire
chains hanging on the walls. Our road
commissioner sleeping in. My...
Vt. Sports Media Association honors OV's Lowell
VERMONT — The Vermont Sports Media Association chose two high school juniors, a high-scoring field hockey player and a prolific football quarterback, as its Athletes of the Month for October.
In statewide balloting of VSMA members, the...
Poem: I found an ornament
I found an ornament
by the side of the road.
And wedged it into the bark
of a maple tree. Hoping,
I suppose, a driver would see
a shining, lost thing
from the hood of his truck.
A chrome ram’s bust...
Faith in Vermont: Five Misconceptions About Sabbatical
And just like that, Thanksgiving’s over. Before we had a chance to toss out the dried-out autumnal gourd decorations and boil the turkey bones for broth, there were wreaths around town, Christmas carols playing in the stores, and –...
Faith in Vermont: Trading Up
A few weeks ago, a friend invited me to go to the Trader Joe’s grocery store in South Burlington.
Although this Trader Joe’s – the only one in Vermont – opened in May 2014, I had never visited it. I had, in fact,...
Out and About: Laughing at Checkhov
I didn’t plan to go see Neil Simon’s 1973 Broadway comedy “The Good Doctor” at Town Hall Theater Thursday night, for two simple reasons: (1) because, as I stated in my first “Out and About” blog post last week,...
Faith in Vermont: Oh! The Places We Didn't Go!
It was early August, and our family’s minivan was midway across the Connecticut River bridge between New Hampshire and Vermont, headed home from a visit to Rhode Island, when it hit me: Road trips with our children no longer felt like...
Poem: November Street
The geese can’t quite tell
where they’re going one field
to the next, looking for wheel-
ruts and cornstalks, a wet place
to spend the night.
The moon having risen,
the stars somehow fallen....
Out and About: Looking for StoryMatters
Last week in my “Around the Bend” column, I declared that as the Addison Independent’s community calendar editor, I felt that I should make more of an effort to attend at least some of the community events I compile each week....