Ways of Seeing: Could somebody help me please?

Have you ever expressed that worry, lying alone in your hospital bed and wondering if a nurse will come? 

There’s nothing quite as enjoyable as spending a spring evening fishing. At least that’s what Mark says. But then, he practically grew up with a fishing pole over his shoulder. I grew up with a book bag over mine.

The theme of this essay occurred to me while reading a new history of the Second World War entitled “Blood and Ruins, The Last Imperial War.”

Can you believe today’s teenagers? What will they do next? Just turn on the news or read the papers and you get reports of mischief and mayhem, disrespect and disaster. Where are those teens who care about their community, who show some respect and respon … (read more)

An article crossed my news feed today reporting on the latest divisive political buzzword — “grooming.”

Starksboro, please vote yes on May 10 to save Robinson Elementary School.

The group involved, calling itself the Middlebury Skatepark Coalition, currently has 50 members and has set this Friday, April 29 (at the Ilsley Library community room at 5 p.m.) as an informational meeting to get the ball rolling.

By now, most people have seen headlines from the latest report of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change: This is our “do-or-die” moment.

I often describe the library as a community center, and programs that build community connections are an important part of that.

A library — the best kind of library — can give something back. The library can make books.

VICTOR NUOVO 13th in a series I concluded last week’s essay with a question: whether human history has any meaning. And I suggested that an answer might be found in the writings of Reinhold Niebuhr (1892–1971), in particular, in a book published in 1949 e … (read more)

Here’s the deal about Green Up Day: it works best if you coordinate your efforts with your town.

I write in response to Kris Diehl’s letter in your April 21 issue. He raises a good point.

I would like to say “Thank You” and “I appreciate you” to My Good Friday Angel who filled my gas tank on Friday the 15th in Hinesburg. You know who you are.

I don’t know whether to ride/ my mower or push my snow-blower./ Given what April brings to us.