Learning to Vermont: Independence Day

Relocating to an entirely new part of the country is an exciting, but challenging, experience.  One month into our new life in Vermont, I've done all the nesting our small apartment (and my patience) can tolerate.  While my husband is busy with his job and our daughter is fast familiarizing herself with every square inch …

Learning to Vermont: A New Life in New England

  Quite recently, my husband took a job that provided us the perfect opportunity to do something we'd been wanting to do for years: relocate to a different part of the US to get a new perspective on our country and our lives.  With our ten-year old daughter, we decided to uproot from our home …

On Birds, Bullets, and Being

Two neighbors I’ve never met: one a writer, the other her tragic subject.

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Today, at around 11:30 am, as I sat working at my desk at home, windows open, birds chirping, a fifty-year-old woman two blocks away came out on the front yard of the four-family flat where she rented an apartment and began firing a pistol into the air and apparently sometimes into parked cars. Police were called. They arrived, and within a few short, confusing moments, shot her dead. I heard all the shooting. I thought it came from another direction. I did not hear sirens. At least I don’t remember the sirens. It is disturbing to me that I barely took note of the sound of guns being fired repeatedly.  It is disturbing to me that I barely took note of whether or not first responders responded. The sound of gunshot is now as common to me as the sound of sirens, as the chatter of the birds in my…

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I’m with Her. Period.

Twice this weekend, I've had men try to persuade me to "educate myself" about their candidates (i.e. Not Hillary) because, for a reason I really cannot understand, they thought my vote was still somehow up in the air.  Rest assured, Trump and Johnson fans, I've done all the necessary research to have a solid plan …

5 years and 10 days ago today…

That's when I started this blog.  Five years and ten days ago.  I just looked over the collectively meager number of posts, trashed a few that were particularly "meh," and realized that I should probably add something new since it's been two years since I last wrote anything here.  That's when I wrote two posts …