Potato Pie Antidote

My oldest daughter texts me early this morning — she’s driven through slush to get to work. And so it begins, the snowy season. The days already burn low, dim by late afternoon. It’s Not the Swimming Season.

To counteract, I contemplate potatoes. Sausage and potato pie? I ask my youngest. Cook together?

Having lived in New England for most of my life, this side of the stick season is familiar to me, intimately so. During Saturday’s sunny afternoon, I coil up the garden hose, pull weeds from the garden, play soccer with my girl, then lie on the grass while she samples bitter apples.

My father sends good news — it’s Arkhipov Day — a celebration of a man who served humanity and not the nation-state. Read details here.

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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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4 Responses to Potato Pie Antidote

  1. I tolerate the snow until after the holidays. Then, I want to be done with it. Doesn’t work out that way usually…

  2. I’m with you on this…. however, I’ve noticed post-holiday in Vermont generally marks the BEGINNING of winter, and not its demise.

  3. BeeHappee says:

    I enjoyed (and was terrified by) your dad’s essay a lot. Thanks for sharing!

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