This Annual Fête

When I was just out of graduate school, I taught middle school kids for two years in a program where another tutor rubbed me wrong. She was forty and supremely confident; she and her husband had made what was likely a ton of money on Wall Street and now lived in Vermont. She laughed that they had spent $100K renovating a bathroom — more than I later paid for a house and 100 acres.

At the Memorial Day Parade, I met her family, with their two little boys. I was childless then, and longing for a baby. She had a dog on a leash. One son had contracted E. coli.  The deal was, she said, I told him we would get a dog if he didn’t die. So, we got a dog.

Part of me wishes I could ruefully look back at my younger, snarlier self (who cares how much someone spends on a bathroom, anyway?) with humor and lightness. But really, the crotchety side of me is immediately recognizable — if anything, ground deeper, more articulate, wiser for the wear.


About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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5 Responses to This Annual Fête

  1. Audrey says:

    Can we have coffee? I see a transcendence of values over time. And in those moments, a nutshell of the political climate today. Also my personal discomfort in wondering about my immediate association of a 100K bathroom person moving to rural Vermont back then with national immigration today. Lots to ponder.

  2. I love how you observe, reflect and knit together past and present. That’s the gift of our age. The gift we didn’t have in our 20s and 30s.

  3. That’s a nice way of thinking about being 50 🙂

  4. heididorr says:

    I must admit that I love the “crotchety” side of you! XO

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