Category / Vermont

July 11, 2016

My second to last first date

It is the end of another long night at my bar. I am spitting out orders to the closing staff, and swallowing the last sip of my single drink of the night. A medium sized man approaches me. Despite the late hour he is unlike the other drinkers who linger. His calm surrounds him in a cloud and I want to step into it. I can’t quite tell which celebrity he looks like. But one of them. It remains just on the outskirts of my brain as we talk, and I am distracted by this and his forearms while he asks Read more […]

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October 16, 2015


Depending on your attitude our family has either an evolved or creepy relationship to the meat we eat. Local food was easy to find in Vermont, particularly with the growth of Bread and Butter Farm mere blocks from our house. In the early days of Bread and Butter when Adam just had one milk cow we would drive a half an hour to Essex. I would return with glass jars filled with the raw milk that didn’t require me to pop lactaid and (theoretically) gave my boys the benefit of all the vegetables they Read more […]

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October 14, 2015

Rubbing it in

Walking to the coffee house in the sunshine I was composing a post about upper butts and tight jeans. I’ve been working longer hours on my book project and most of my thoughtful thoughts are knitting themselves into sentences over there. Here at the blog I am writing about Donuts and Candy Bars. I’m not sure those posts were totally unrelated to tight jeans and upper butts, but at least I was sticking to the light froth theme of the blog this week. Then I sat down and worked my inbox. My goal Read more […]

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September 23, 2014

We are we?

Yesterday I watched Leo lie in the dentist chair receiving his first filling. After a fair amount of thought we agreed to the nitrous oxide. He lay outstretched, nose covered by a grape flavored mask, mouth stretched by dental tools, eyes wrapped in sunglasses to shield him from the bright light. I found myself looking away from his face, at his still tanned legs. Looking at scrapes, and pen marks that told the story of his last few months. He is a newly eight year old. He is my son. He is not a Read more […]

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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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March 13, 2014

Can’t get enough of Shelburbia? (part 2)

Now you can live in the very house that has hosted this blog. Some of our highlights: •making smores in the kitchen fireplace •building a bridge over the creek •the boys washing each others’ backs during full family showers (tmi? too bad) •a mudroom that swallows instead of spits •puzzles in the late afternoon sunlight •late dinners on the screened in porch •jumping off of the stairs •a mid winter neighborhood store where neighbors actually trudge through the snow Read more […]

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March 10, 2014

Sometimes a name

The call came about 14 minutes after I had fallen back to sleep. I almost didn’t answer, but it came in quick succession between the home line and my cell phone and my first thought is always something about the kids. So I slid the phone into my fumbling hand and croaked out a hello. “Anna, its Paul, Paul Bohne.” I had known who Paul was at the first syllable. I went on to decline his invitation to sit on a committee for Shelburne and talk briefly about an engineering report. I asked about his Read more […]

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March 5, 2014

No real news

File this list under things that don’t surprise me. 1. The Burlington school budget failed. I did not pay that much attention to the budget, so its possible that this was a good thing. But in general I like to imagine that the school board and the citizens can find a balance that works for both property owners and quality education. This is a challenge for sure but it is not an unexpected challenge. 2. Women’s Health says I am right about fucking your husband. Its always nice to have someone Read more […]

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