Late summer and early fall, you'll find me out back splitting and stacking wood. It's one of my favorite things — I'd barely call it work. Most days.Today, for about ten minutes, it was work.The wood had been seasoning for a year or so since it was bucked up from a downed tree, so it was splitting easy — until...[ read more ]

Vermonters know this experience well. Eight inches of new snow overnight, and you walk out to a driveway that's been packed down hard under fresh powder. You haven't put the winter tires on yet. You get in, put it in reverse, and press the gas to back out. The tires spin. So you press harder, because that's what you do...[ read more ]

There are a handful of sentences that sometimes cost more than they should. I'm sad. I'm scared. I'm not really thrilled with myself right now. Simple, true words, and still something in us contracts at the thought of saying them out loud to someone else — especially sometimes someone we love. Why does something so plain feel so dangerous? It’s...[ read more ]

You’re not going to want to miss this! See what I did there? Summer is the season of FOMO here in Vermont. When I was growing up in in suburban New Hampshire,  I had only two major events that I was looking forward to: the Deerfield Fair and something called Old Homes Day. Now, as an adult with a young...[ read more ]

“I don’t know – I’m just really down.  It happens this time of year” my friend said. “Well…” I looked outside the big restaurant window next to us at the driving snow and grey clouds blanketing the sky.  “I would be a little concerned if you told me you didn’t get at least a little down this time of year.”...[ read more ]