“I’m a group person. Not the exclusive kind of cliques that offer an empty status, but rather those that welcome and encourage.”
In my courses, students explore important issues in the world and express their views on these pressing concerns. An important goal is to help them consider that their perspectives aren’t the only valid ones.
Can we spend at least a little time each day “making our minds vast, like the sky” and envision a world where we hold life to be precious?
Being in the small village of Arbore is like stepping into a fairyland.
Most people in my hometown weren’t particularly excited about diversity. But they didn’t want to live in a city ruled by fear and they realized that if one group could be terrorized like that, no one was safe.
Driving on Route 125 between Middlebury and Ripton, I see the snow eggs hanging onto the rocky face as I pass through the gorge.
Several times over the past couple of weeks I have been called a luddite — affectionately, I hope. I can’t deny it; I’m not a big fan of technology.
The next time you wonder just how a place turned into itself, look under your feet. It might matter more than you think.
What might $1 billion a day purchase besides war?
When I was a child, my Romanian immigrant grandparents lived in a walkup apartment in the South Bronx, and I loved everything about it.
The economic system we live under is one of ruthless competition. Everything is monetized, even the most basic necessities of life.
The ’60s saw a revival of handcrafts in Vermont. Judging from the large audience attending the Middlebury College lecture, there must be a new revival of fiber arts today, too.
“One winter afternoon when I was still missing my dog while steeped in reincarnation thoughts, I happened upon the most beautiful baby I’ve seen in some time.”
Laurie Cox reflects on 40 years of public service on the Ripton selectboard.
“Everyone and everything greeting me on the edge of white.”
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