Poem: Motorcade in Middlebury
Motorcade in Middlebury
The least I can do is wave
to the Vice-President’s motorcade,
his shaded men. No one knew
he’d be driving through, staying
overnight. In the Inn? A B & B?
A donated home. My...
Faith in Vermont: Clowns vs. Love
On Thursday I received an email from the principal of my daughters’ school. This email was sent to all parents in order to reassure us – and, by extension, our children – that we should not be afraid of clowns. Although...
Poem: After Traveling
It’s likely the deer and wild turkeys will be
the first churches you see when you arrive
home. And next, the leaves ringing Autumn’s
bells. Don’t expect to see a busload of Japanese
Faith in Vermont: Insects We Have Loved...and Lost
Our new wood stove arrives today, not a minute too soon. We no longer open our windows at night; instead, we’re sleeping in socks and pulling up the comforter. The mornings are dark and cold. The world is turning gold as every day more...
Poem: Two Details to Leave Out
It appears the hen’s urging
her poult to wait at the edge
of the road. For the bus to arrive,
for its accordion door to open.
All she wants to do is flap
back to the brush, stay in her leafy bed.
Pull a cover...
Faith in Vermont: First Things...and Wedding Rings
My immediate thought, after my three-year-old daughter swallowed my wedding band, was: Well, I guess there really IS a first time for everything!
This past month has been full of firsts for our family, which is typical of early September....
Middlebury kids compete in LEGO video contest
Local Middlebury youths Jack Nop and Peter Dickerson (graduate of Mount Abe and currently in his first year at Saint Michael's College) created a Lego stop motion video that became one of the six finalists in an international contest.
Faith in Vermont: The More Things Change
At the end of August, as has been our custom for the past three summers, our family spent a weekend at the Highland Lodge, on the shores of Caspian Lake in Greensboro, Vermont. Travel with four young children is never easy, so when we find a...
Poem: After Labor Day
After Labor Day
Maybe it’s because they see my children
waiting for the bus in their new clothes,
kicking stones at each other, raising
a dirt road of dust.
Hear my wife shouting for me
to leave meat out to defrost,...
Faith in Vermont: Of Ticks and Fear
“Mommy, is that a tick?” my seven-year-old daughter asks. She’s looking in the bathroom mirror, pointing to a small black speck under her chin.
Our family’s move earlier this month from the woods to the fields...