Remember Sparks

Remember Sparks

Remember that night back in September? But as the moon rose, like a lantern above the farthest hill,we got goose bumps and huddled under the blanket, which was damp. The fiddles played. And guitars and cello. Voices rose up in the night.Clothing caught the dimming...
Thank You Robert Shetterly

Thank You Robert Shetterly

Thank you Robert Shetterly for your vision and fortitude in bringing your art Americans Who Tell the Truth to my local gallery, The White River Gallery at BALE in South Royalton. This is the third time I’ve had the privilege of seeing some of your portraits in...
January Gardening

January Gardening

January thaw came and went last weekend. The temps rose to mid 50s and after walking the dog on our muddy road I got motivated to cut back the dried perennial stalks by the house and in the garden. When my mom got sick last fall, cutting back the garden didn’t...
A Girl and Her Chicken

A Girl and Her Chicken

The last months of 2019 are in the rearview mirror, and I’m happy to have them behind me. I leave that time a little bruised and vulnerable, having lost my mother to a rapid decline from stage 4 cancer in mid November. She was a force of nature and a muse to...