Staff Blog
Faith in Vermont: Mudroom Mercy
When we first looked at the house that is now our home, the realtor told us that all other prospective buyers had walked away after they saw it: The house’s layout was just too strange for anybody to figure out how to make it work....
Poem: Lying in State
Isn’t it his dog
we’re drawn to,
his yellow lab retriever?
Lying in the Rotunda.
Close to his flag-draped,
military coffin.
Trained to stay, until
she’s called to be
of service. Somehow...
Faith in Vermont: Food, Freedom, Forgiveness: A Thanksgiving Meditation
Well, here we are on the other side of Thanksgiving. A rather counter-cultural holiday, isn’t it? Or at least counter to what American culture has been becoming.
To begin with, Thanksgiving seems to have resisted much of the...
Faith in Vermont: Daylight Savings
“Could somebody please explain Daylight Savings Time to me?!?” my nine-year-old daughter wailed last week. “I mean, I just figured out how Leap Year works!”
We were in our minivan, driving a...
Faith in Vermont: Our Newest Addition
According to our family’s well-loved edition of D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths, Hermes, the “merriest of the Olympians, was the god of shepherds, travelers, merchants, thieves, and all others who lived by their...
Faith in Vermont: Small, Sharp Things
Not that there’s ever a good time, but the “low tire pressure” light came on in our minivan at a particularly inconvenient time.
It was a chilly, overcast Saturday morning in early October, the kind of morning that...
Faith in Vermont: Just Two Pages a Day
Last weekend, I did something I’ve never done before: Packed my family into the minivan and drove up to Burlington for a book-signing event. I would do this for very few authors, but I did it for Kate DiCamillo.
For those who don...
Faith in Vermont: Mother's Little Helper
“Wow, your girls sure are comfortable around the kitchen.”
The friend who said this to me was visiting us with his family. He would repeat the statement several times over the course of the weekend, but I believe the first...
Faith in Vermont: I Just Can't Get That Song Out of My Head
“I want to play you a song, to see if you know it,” my husband said to me at breakfast last week.
My husband is what we jokingly call a “binge listener”—he’ll latch on to a song or the oeuvre of a...
Faith in Vermont: ...And Things That Go Bump in the Night
It’s happened many times before, but it happened again last night:
I was sleeping soundly, my brain floating through the mists of the sort of vague, rushed dreams one has when your consciousness knows that you’ve gone to bed too...