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State of the World, Here

My nearly-15-year-old and I went to Stowe today, so I could be x-rayed for the profoundly awful tooth surgery I had before Christmas last year. We haven’t been anywhere, this daughter and I, for about, oh, a pandemic’s age. While … Continue reading

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Sun and Sunday

A Sunday of skipping the news, opening the house windows, hanging out the laundry. A brilliantly sunny day — when I put my shovel into the garden, pull weeds, and empty buckets of manure. All afternoon, we’re in the sunlight, … Continue reading

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Squill

We’re into the third calendar month of the Stay Home order — I know this only by the date and time in the upper corner of my laptop — pretty much my compass to the exterior world these days. That … Continue reading

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Spring Beauties

To combat my lousy mood, my daughter suggests I go for a run. It would be better for everyone if you did, she says. In week whatever, on day whatever, I run through town, seeing only two older women with … Continue reading

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Growing Girls

Hurray! Youngest child returns from summer camp, tanned and happy — but slightly different, altered, a little older and knowing she’s older without an edgy kind of teenagerness….. She’s grown, simple as that. In the Vermont woods and on a lake, … Continue reading

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Gold Smudge

My work these days reflects the weather’s dreariness — grant-writing — work I implicitly believe I should feel jazzed and excited about — and maybe I will, maybe I’ll get there, but grants so often feel like closed doors, of no … Continue reading

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My Thieving Ways

We sleep to peepers’ songs with the windows open, waking in the cool mornings. The days are so long and light-filled that we’re out late, sometimes with gardening projects, sometimes kicking a soccer ball or just wandering around. Behind the … Continue reading

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