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…
There were few Red Oaks in Central Vermont when we moved here 40 years ago. They are now a prominent part of the forest in many areas—mostly spread by squirrels,…
In my heart today is a message the Obama family shared with all of us every day of the past eight years: family matters and our family stretches around the…
As our current—and inspiring—President reminded us, “the sun will come up tomorrow.” After a very gray yesterday, it has, in fact, come up this morning. To what I am not…
