Clippings: Hairy sidekick helps fix breaking news

For 36 years, my job was all about mingling with people. In their homes or businesses, in coffee shops, schools, office buildings, on park benches, in statehouses, homeless shelters, college campuses and packed meeting rooms. I was once accorded 10 minutes with the late Gov. Richard Snelling — if I didn’t mind interviewing him in his car while en route to his next appointment. This was, after all, before cell phones. Sure, the phone works in a pinch, but my preference has always been to look people in the e … (read more)

We lost one of our two rescue dogs late last week, and one of my first responses was to write her obituary.  If I were a runner or a woodworker, I probably would have grieved by pounding the pavement or starting a new shop project, but my instinct was to … (read more)

U.S. presidential elections are often followed by calls for unity — or presumptions or hopes that unity will somehow prevail. Many of those calls and presumptions and hopes have appeared on the editorial pages of this newspaper, which was founded in 1946 … (read more)

As I write this, It’s almost painfully beautiful outside. It is the weekend of the 25th of September, on Saturday. It’s like a mid-summer day, with temperatures nearly 80, but with fall foliage hastening to turn. I drove into town on this day, late aftern … (read more)

History has become a controversial topic, and rightly so. Much of what children and teenagers are given in the United States details history primarily centered around white supremacy and the patriarchy. This is true at national and local levels. Recently, … (read more)

The other day my 3-year-old, Frankie, told us a story.  “Once upon a time Daddy was in the middle of the road,” she began. “On the yellow line.” My husband, Daniel, older daughter Joni, and I waited expectantly.  “And then a car came and crashed into Dadd … (read more)

You should know at the outset that I am a perimeter-of-the-grocery-store, CSA-subscribing, grow-your-own, Co-op-shopping, bring-your-own-bag, environmentally conscious kind of person when it comes to food. So when my husband asked me to go to the Middlebu … (read more)

I’ve never felt much like one of those beautiful, glowing pregnant people. I hear they exist, but as far as I’m concerned those folks are unicorns. It’s hard work growing a human, and if some days I’m a little dull — oh well.  At 38 weeks pregnant in the … (read more)

The world has changed so much so fast this year that I haven’t had the chance to feel shocked that my family’s spring break trip to London — which we spent six months planning and saving for and worrying about — has been canceled. We are a family for whom … (read more)

I often tease my husband when he is driving because he touches his face constantly and it drives me crazy. Every 30 seconds the hand leaves the steering wheel and shoots up to his head for some reason or another. We have a running joke (though it’s not re … (read more)

“What do you think about that movie ‘Love, Actually’?” wrote my friend in an email several years ago. We’ll call this friend “the Lorgnette” (as in: opera glasses). “I loved it,” I told her. “What about you?” The Lorgnette didn’t like it. “I often feel up … (read more)

After 35 years in reporting, I thought I’d been through a lot as a journalist. Martial law in the Philippines. A couple natural disasters — the big ice storm and rampant flooding in Addison County — in 1996. A double-murder/suicide. A visit by the Dalai L … (read more)

One of my favorite writers is Ernest Hebert, author of seven novels in his Darby Chronicles series, and a number of other works of fiction. Hebert grew up in working class Keene, N.H., and writes authoritatively about this section of New England. He taugh … (read more)

On his first day on the job at Bard College, my son David met Mackie, the director of admissions. It was love at first sight and it blossomed: after a year, they bought a house near campus and then married last summer. It’s a great house, with a path thro … (read more)

I tire at times of people who rhapsodize about their dogs, posting pictures on social media and making every conversation dog-talk. “They’re dogs,” I grumble. “Animals. Not people. They lick their genitals, in public. They live to eat and poop and hump. T … (read more)