My friend, Sean Beckett, wrote a piece this week that I also want to share here. The first sentence references his mom. Sadly she died in September, a soldier who…
…I don’t feel the need to even try saying it again in some other way. Thank you to my friend, Kate Spring, for this beautifully written piece that so perfectly…
As I have often written about here, I love winter and the ice and snow that come with the cold weather. Even on this the almost shortest day of the…
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.…
