Reflections offer a fascinating way to view life. I see reality indirectly and, often altered by the qualities of the mirror, I also see it differently than I see the…
I offer my heartfelt thanks to all who have worked so hard over the past four years, first to counter the daily damage being done and then to raise the…
How fortunate I am to be on the Board of the local Montpelier Farmers Market as a customer representative. This remarkable group has been providing fabulous, local, organic produce and…
I often get out this time of year to enjoy the spring ephemerals, flowers that bloom for a brief period of time before the trees leaf out. Last week, despite…
I am taking the liberty of reprinting Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from an American column from today because it captures perfectly and beautifully the feelings I awoke with this morning…
This is not who we are. It was not then and is not now. Please call the President (202-456-1111) and tell him this must stop now.
I’m so fortunate to live in Vermont and, yet, be able to travel and, even more fortunate, whether here or elsewhere, to have an amazing partner to share life with.…
The new show, “What Did the Rock Say?,” opened last week at the Emile A. Gruppe Gallery in Jericho, VT. My friend and fellow artist, Dianne Shullenberger, and I mounted it…
For many the Winter Solstice—the shortest day/longest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere—has disappeared in a blur of bright street lights, television, and little screens we carry around.…
It is so easy walking some of the back-country roads in East Montpelier or Calais to feel I’ve stepped back in time a hundred years or more. Though I no…
