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June 5, 2014


Because I am a rule bender my first public 5/5 post (inspired by Christina) is actually a 1/5. One image, five quick written thoughts. 1 & 2. Summer and child. These two are timeless. They could be from any era. Mostly I see her arm. Look at how strong it is. It has carried trays, her body in countless yoga poses, friends and now this one. She is an old friend, who knew me in my last life. I remember times when she was not so strong. I was not so strong. She prompted the first painful shot Read more […]

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June 1, 2014

Shelburne Farmers Market

It is a punch line I am happy to be part of. The Shelburne farmers market. It is sunny like all of the markets of my memory. This can’t be true to the calendar, more our choice of days to attend, but here it is. Golden and green and grassy. Full of toddlers dragging around under caffeinated moms, kids in soccer t shirts and your choice of local lamb. The berry farm doesn’t yet have berries and are selling some sort of potted plant. They are the only stand to have any plastic. I imagine the Read more […]

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May 21, 2014

Long and winding road

The earth is packed so hard it feels like pavement. But it isn’t. It has responded to the pressures of horse drawn carriages and tractors, skipping school children and sheep crossing. There was the time that I had to work together with freckles the llama to help the flock cross the street. They bleated and kept a semblance of order. I tried not to get spit on and wished I had my camera. Just by being there I was part of it. The farm: Shelburne, Vermont. There is the turn where the wind whips Read more […]

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May 15, 2014

You cannot be contained.

You are the reason I check pockets while doing laundry. You call it your magic pocket, the one that always seems to house a snack and a half. It is charming on a walk and less so between washer and dryer. So when I remember I empty them. The pouches on your shirts are the worst. You would probably say the best. They have sticks carefully peeled of their bark and Lego pieces and dollar bills so crumpled they are as soft as the shirt I found them in. There are hotel key cards and coffee loyalty cards Read more […]

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May 8, 2014

Escher I hardly know her

As a girl I had this poster on my wall. I would lie in bed and reimagine the illusion into something rational. I walked my fingers along the stairs and tried not to fall off. Escher’s mobius world wasn’t changed by my imagination or tiny finger steps. Last night I dreamed of stairways. The pretty patterned stairs that connect my kitchen to the second floor had been replaced by some sort of retractable spiral space saving nonsense. I got halfway up and they would retract again, send me twisting Read more […]

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May 3, 2014

A vital question

I paused in a pool of light along the brick path. The lilacs were still closed tight and Shelburne Farms had not put on the sunset garden show of springs past. Instead we had huddled inside grouping next to full height fireplaces and picking through lots and lots of cheese. It was the third annual Spring Soiree at Shelburne Farms and most of the guests had gone all out. Themed for the roaring 20’s there were feather headpieces and flapper dresses and tuxedos and fedoras. Lots of folks having Read more […]

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April 28, 2014


I woke up today, our last vacation day, without an agenda. At dinner last night I was worried that Oliver would be running us around when his newly freckled face wrinkled and said he didn’t want out last day on the island to be a LAZY day. “What would you like to do?” Steve and I asked him. Steve would be working so his question was amused, while mine held a bit of anxiety imagining drives to 90 degree mini golf courses and trips off island to visit his one Florida friend. “Well, we should Read more […]

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April 12, 2014

Open to it

We wake to birds singing. Today, they have decided, is the day. They don’t remind me of orphaned chicks but instead of possibility and I get up before I need to and head downstairs. I see a small child outside on a bike and check the helmet and it is not one of my boys, but it might be. Later this morning I return to a wide open house. The garage door is lifted and someone, I’m guessing Leo, has pulled out a variety of objects: sewing machine pedal, dumbells, bucket. Each of these sits in Read more […]

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April 10, 2014

Anna Rosenblum Palmer: A football story

Dear Fred, Paul, Andy, Kevin, and that other guy: Andy asked me to call in after I donated to his Marathon Fund. I decided to write instead because I don’t think my story will make for good radio. Still I felt compelled to share it because there are probably lots of others like me. My father, a sculptor always had a studio in our house. The after school soundtrack of my life was whichever two yahoos he was listening to on sports radio yelling at each other. It was AM in those days, and his Read more […]

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April 9, 2014

What I am doing the last two weeks I am in Vermont

I will be carelessly packing boxes for Steve to tsk tsk over, figuring out if we really should move our one remaining cat across country and drying my tears for much of May. When that last week hits and it is finally warm in Vermont I will be extending my focus beyond the mess of my family’s move. You can find me, two talented actual teachers and a group of Burlington High School students piloting our Philanthrome progam. Over the past 18 years I have worked with many of Vermont’s non profit Read more […]

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