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Pond Swimming — In October?

Rain moved in overnight, but yesterday was a sultry 80 degrees, the school kids running into the library and standing just inside the door, panting, their faces rosy, sweaty. A grandfather and I stood talking in the doorway. About an hour … Continue reading

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Beautiful Travels

Reading Daniel Mason’s new novel, The Winter Solider, I’m reminded of first reading Russian novels — Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Turgenev — when I was a teenager. How hungry I was for those books — what will these characters do? — in their … Continue reading

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Loving Yellow

Lador Day Weekend, we’re all home Sunday — both girls and myself — and I followed in the family tradition instilled by my father: painting the house. Our previous house was cedar shingled, with paint only on the window trim. … Continue reading

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End of July, Postcard From Hardwick, VT

Until she was 18, my older daughter lived on a dead-end dirt road, surrounded by mixed hardwood forest, dense conifers along the house’s northern boundary. Walk ten minutes from our house now — all right, maybe six minutes — and … Continue reading

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Lilacs!

Every morning these days, my daughter and I look to see if the lilacs have opened. Today, today. Their scent reminds me of some of the best things: early childhood, summertime dinners on the grass, the return of spring. a … Continue reading

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Interlude of Merriment

My daughters are like me this way: a difficult week? Pack lunch and retreat into the woods. Yesterday found us hiking along a series of cascades, then walking barefoot through a shallow, boulder-strewn stream. Among mushrooms, we walked on cushy … Continue reading

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Vinegar & the Lupine Metaphor

My teenage daughter asked me if I knew Christ, dying on the cross, had been given vinegar to drink. Why? she asks, mystified. Why is it that these profound questions so frequently appear when I am about bled out of energy? Could … Continue reading

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