Staff Blog
Faith in Vermont: Teaching Our Children About History
One afternoon earlier this month, my daughters and I gathered around our kitchen island for a snack. I began asking my eldest daughter about a book she was reading. After a few one-syllable responses, she was tired of my questioning. Looking me...
Faith in Vermont: The Stars At Night
The other night, I took the dog for a walk down our driveway.
The job of walking our dog after dinner usually falls to my husband; on these frigid winter nights, he dons hat and gloves, ski goggles and earmuffs, snow pants and winter parka,...
Faith in Vermont: A Thank-You to Snow
For the past several months, I’ve sensed a heaviness in my writing, an unbroken seriousness that leaves me with the uncomfortable feeling that it’s time to crack a joke.
My recent columns have reflected what I believe to be the...
Poem: Submitting poems to the local paper
So Bev Megyesi can stop me at the counter
to say, Gary, I didn’t know you were a hunter,
having read my poem in the local paper.
The one the editor chose, because it coincides
with the last weeks in November, deer who have
to be...
Faith in Vermont: Lessons from a Lightsaber
The cultural world of our daughters – our two oldest daughters, in particular – currently revolves around the Star Wars saga. They have watched four of the seven films created by George Lucas: a multi-generational epic of the...
Faith in Vermont: Let's Act Like the Kids are Watching
On the morning after the 2016 Presidential election, I took my daughter to preschool. This preschool – a magical place that looks and feels like a throwback to 1970s Vermont – has a daily morning “circle time,” during...
Poem: There is here
Maybe I shouldn’t tell you I wear
a star under my shirt.
Having heard two swastikas
were seen magic-marked
on our Havaruh’s door.
Here, in a country town, more
of a house than a city’s ...
Poem: Across the Aisle
Across the Aisle
My aisle’s a walk across the road I have
to walk. My neighbor’s stripping his bumper-
peeling decal off. We’ve had little to say
to each other these past twelve months.
Guessing where each...
Faith in Vermont: When it Doesn't Feel Like the Holidays
“It just doesn’t feel like Halloween this year,” my daughter said on the morning of October 31.
The ghosts that we’d made from an old sheet were hanging in the tree beside our driveway. We’d read Halloween books...
Poem: Winning in Their City
Winning in Their City
after Elizabeth Bishop’s “One Art”
Tonight there’s no art
to losing in extra innings.
We’re not used to winning.
Not having to console ourselves,
heart-heavy. In the park...