VERMONTER BY CHOICE: Vicky Senni

VERMONTER BY CHOICE: Vicky Senni

Vicky Senni’s life reads like a fairy tale: One day while working as a quality engineer for a multinational corporation, she fell asleep at her microscope, so she switched to teaching children about nature and couldn’t sleep at all.After substitute teaching in...

Writing By Hand

When I don’t know what I want to say, when I’m stuck in an essay or a scene or a business letter, or even when I’ve just been away on vacation and need to settle back at my desk, I always rediscover my voice by writing by hand. Handwriting is like a fingerprint,...
Traffic

Traffic

Even though I used to live in New York City, where traffic and gridlock go hand in hand, I’ve become so rusticated during thirty years of rural living that now I think traffic is when I don’t know who’s driving the other car.Back in the early years, a friend who still...
Tales From the Towpath

Tales From the Towpath

I planned to bike the C & O Towpath long before I broke my ankle, and thanks to concentrated Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation, I’m back in the saddle, peddling along. Today is Day Two on the trail, and even far from home, I have a tale about Living in...

Comments on the Web

I’m grateful to all the readers who take the time to write comments in response to posts. For me, comments do three important things. They reassure me that my work is being read. Sure, there are all sorts of analytics that tell me how many people click on the post,...

At Summer’s End

  At Summer’s End Last Saturday summer evening soft light and softer air: perfect party. Two friends celebrating one hundred twenty years more than half together a hundred guests.   Potluck, of course I brought what was on hand: cucumbers (still!)        dressed...