"This state has everything!" "What?" "It's got everything!" "Elizabeth. The State of Vermont has exactly nothing, which is exactly why I live here." "But the University! The Big Box stores! AND ALL THAT SHOPPING ON CHURCH STREET PLUS THE SKINNY... Read more →

If you grew up in Fairfield or traveled the Parkway past exit 44 more than once, you knew the Hi-Ho. If you attended either of the Fairfield high schools, you KNEW the Hi-Ho. In 2016, if you frequented Barcelona's wine... Read more →

This is us; the world, you know? When the photograph was taken, the average age of these dancers was 6.43; that gorgeous smile in blue is eight, the dubious pink princess in the lower right corner is five, and the... Read more →

Pete Sutherland and Oliver Scanlon; two thirds of Pete's Posse. If I could locate the source, I'd link back to the photographer's site; this is a spectacular portrait. Elizabeth and I started dancing two months before she picked up her... Read more →

On Thursdays, at 9:46pm the alarm on my phone scared the shit out of me for exactly one second. Maybe less. I might have lowered the volume but that would have defeated the purpose. On Thursdays, fourteen minutes before bedtime... Read more →

She likes to hear about her childhood. "and then what did I do? What did I say after that? Did I really do that?" "Yes, Boo, you really did." We're walking and then we're not. I wait and she doesn't... Read more →

David Kaynor died on the 1st of June and six days later I took Elizabeth's violin from its case and in its place returned a fiddle. Less than 24 hours ago I did the unthinkable and broke my heart, and... Read more →

Every square inch of a very large desk is covered with paper. Stacks and stacks of paper, but so orderly, so neat. Each stack tidy as a brick, the relevant context and content of my life organized by brute force... Read more →

This is what an eleven year old Prius cannot do: 65 mph uphill in the rain with about four times the load it can reasonably be expected to bear. All three vehicles had about four times the load they can... Read more →

I drove north to Starksboro on September 9 with no end date in sight. That's not me; I want concrete plans, or at least concrete foundations. I can improvise on that. The only concrete things I had were the drive... Read more →