Ways of Seeing: Bristol youth sets great example

Growing up in Vermont has given this Bristol girl a rich appreciation of the natural world. Her strong desire to help preserve nature and stop climate change is inspiring.

Shortly after landing my first teaching job, I viewed an exhibit of “Planets” by glass artist Josh Simpson. Each piece was a globe infused with a world of organic forms.

My head is spinning trying to keep up with all the permutations of Vermont H.454. It’s goal seems clear enough as stated by Governor Scott at the start of his current term. We need to get a grip on our steadily rising property taxes.

One of my first teaching positions was at a Montessori elementary school a block away from the United Nations. I was thrilled to land this job. The only hitch was my annual starting salary of $9,000. Studio apartments in that neighborhood ran around $1,50 … (read more)

Patty Lewis’s well-researched and forceful letter in the Independent of last week explains the grave dangers posed by a policy of wide-scale deportation. Many undocumented residents, without whom our dairy industry and other aspects of our local economy w … (read more)

This fall my sister drove up for a visit. The leaves were gorgeous. We took golden crisp walks in Lincoln and Bristol and ate heartily from our garden’s harvest.

Trump and his MAGA representatives have started implementing Project 2025. They are already suggesting wacky goals like taking over Canada and Greenland.

I call Buster Rick’s therapy cat. At the end of a busy day or even a stressful election season, he’ll curl onto Rick’s lap and take a nap. It’s better than meditation or even a massage. Buster’s warm, purring body puts them both into a trance, and the pro … (read more)

I support Senator Chris Bray for reelection. Chris listens, researches and collaborates to find solutions to our most pressing issues. Former Republican Governor Jim Douglas confirmed that when he said of him, “Chris Bray is an honorable public servant wi … (read more)

Sometimes our good intentions have unfortunate consequences.

In a field overlooking an iconic Green Mountain vista we gathered a few weeks ago to celebrate principal Tory Riley’s retirement.

Our cat Buster loves meat. Raw meat. We adopted him because he was cute and cuddly, and because my husband fell in love with him.

I rarely play the piano anymore, but there are times it brings me home.

“Many veterans no longer refer to it as PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder),” Bob Almeter points out. “They call it Post Traumatic Stress (PTS). It’s not a disorder. It’s part of who I am.”

I have bungled many situations in my life. Some stand out above others.