Tag Archives: joy

After School Snacks

My 14-year-old meets me at the coffee shop in town on her way home from school. I close up my laptop and clear the table of my papers. She sits in the window drinking hot chocolate and talks and talks. … Continue reading

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Cat Joy

When I returned from a school board meeting last night, so tired I might actually have been sleepwalking, the kids had taken the trusty yardstick, swept out the toy mice from under the couch, and the cats were ecstatic. Our … Continue reading

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Losing Our Leaves

Here’s this in my sometimes too-much-adult world: my 14-year-old and her friends have been diligently doing odd jobs for weeks now — stacking wood, planting bulbs, painting, and raking leaves. She showed me a photo today of herself and the … Continue reading

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In Praise of Pie

When I came home from work, my daughter was cutting up apples on the kitchen table while her cat lay beside her on a chair, gnawing a leaf of chard from the garden. How many pies have we baked and … Continue reading

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Postcard From Our Corner of Vermont

When I was 20, I taught myself how to adjust the valves on an even-then ancient Volkswagen bug. My millennial daughter, in contrast, takes great pleasure in hoisting her kayaks on her roof racks, showing up the quarreling boys beside … Continue reading

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How Does Your Garden Grow?

June is the season of opened earth in Vermont. Black soil, sandy loam, gray clay. My daughters keep to the edges of my somewhat maniacal gardening — their interests along the photography and mowing aspects. What grows and thrives and … Continue reading

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Love Of

For no other reason except sheer pleasure, magnetic poetry reemerged in our lives…. And sometimes one sentence is enough.

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