During the early seventies, Vermont’s small population swelled with young college educated people seeking a new way of life. Forsaking...

The bread bakery of my childhood was housed in a large brick building with a flat roof and lots of windows. It was located on a corner at...

Recently, I listened to an audio book about the laborious compilation and publication of the Oxford English Dictionary, a task that took...

Hard Labor October, 2022 The story of my birth was always told from my mother’s perspective. This seems logical since it was she who...

Recently, I took a walk on my neighbor’s land. It was a quintessential early April day, the sun and wind vying for dominance. In the...

I’ve written two novels, both of which have been labeled “coming-of-age.” This got me thinking — why is this theme so compelling and...

May 12, 2022, UVM Medical Center, Third Floor The alarm goes off at 4:30 am. We dress, eat breakfast, and leave the house at 5:30. Around...

One of the great pleasures of my small-town childhood was my almost daily walks to the neighborhood store. Through my next door...

“Midnight Bus” and “Yankee Lady,” two songs by Jesse Winchester, reminded us recently of a winter night in the late seventies when Robert...

The ground was littered with fallen leaves, sodden from the late rain. The bare branches of the trees touched the low clouds and the...