Life. Motherhood. Vermont. (Not necessarily in that order.)
In my previous column, I confessed that what I missed most since moving to Vermont from California’s Bay Area were sidewalks.
If you asked my husband what he misses most since arriving in Vermont, he’d respond, “Food and produce.”
Click here to continue reading about our Vermont food experience in The Addison Independent.
If you were to ask me now, almost two years since I moved to Vermont, what I miss most about the other places I’ve lived – the Virginia suburbs, Manhattan, the San Francisco Bay Area – I would answer: “Sidewalks.”
To continue reading the harrowing details about what it’s like taking sidewalk-less walks with our whole family, click here for my “Faith in Vermont” column in The Addison Independent.
In past columns, I’ve alluded to the stereotypical view of Vermonters as reserved, “frosty,” maybe even a little…unfriendly. I was prepared for a chilly reception to the state, having grown up hearing about the legendary New England reserve.
I moved to Vermont resigned to do all my shopping online.
Click here to read about why I don’t, in my latest “Faith in Vermont” column for The Addison Independent.
A picture of four mud-soaked and delighted children was recently posted on the Facebook page of a children’s museum that we frequented when we lived in California, under the caption: This is how kids should be playing.
I chuckled when I saw it, with a mixture of amusement and bitterness. In that instant, here’s what I thought:
-This is what my own kids, and our dog, have looked like for the past month.
-YES, at my core, I do believe that’s how kids should be playing.
-It’s very easy to sit in Berkeley, California — where THERE IS NO MUD SEASON — and say that’s how kids “should” be playing. Never, in the five years I lived in the Bay Area, did I see kids who really looked like this.
It’s mud season here in Vermont, that fifth season that marks the transition between winter and spring. The snow melts, the ground thaws, and until the trees burst open green leaves we spend weeks squishing through inches of mucky mud.
Click here to continue reading my mud season reflection over at The Addison Independent.
Modern library technology has come to our small town! My latest column for the Addison Independent wrestles with what happens when you’ve lived somewhere long enough to feel nostalgic for things that you haven’t lived there long enough to fully understand. Click here to read.
What is it about our kids’ activities that brings out the worst in parents, that sends us straight to the guilt pit?
That’s the subject of my latest “Faith in Vermont” column for the Addison Independent. Click here to read.
In my latest “Faith in Vermont” column for the Addison Independent, I discuss six rules for living — and for driving in snow. Because life is a lot like driving in snow…and driving in snow is a lot like life. Click here to read the full article.
Snow pants and mittens and boots, oh my! My latest column in the Addison Independent is a lament about all the gear required for winter fun. Click here to read.
Every Friday this winter, my husband woke up early, put on warm layers, ate a huge breakfast, and went target shooting before work with a friend’s grandfather, a 70-something hunter and biathlete. Right before Christmas, they invited me to join them. So, I went target shooting, too. Three times.
Just to be clear, I’m saying that my husband and I shot guns. We had fun. It could be only a matter of time until we consider hunting….Click here to continue reading about our adventures over at The Addison Independent.
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