Welcome to This Spot on Earth. This is a home for a selection of my essays on nature, healing, and family. Other topics include AI, the dignity of loving one’s work, and the weight of something colorless.
I reflect at times on campaigning and then serving my first year in the Vermont House, and some of the experiences that got me there, like visiting George Floyd Square and before that, re-facing a Civil War monument with my son.
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Dear Governor, Let’s turn Vermont’s darkness into delight
I nominate the eclipse as the defining event of the 2020s. Call it the “Totalicade.”
Friends underground, friends in the stars
A book I first read at age four or five and have returned to often since is The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Three women who changed my mind
This March, I celebrate Michelle and all of the history-making women in the Vermont Legislature, along with the female constituents whose wisdom I listen to.
The peony doesn’t bloom without all of us
Do peonies suffer imposter syndrome? I started wondering about this when Sallie told me last summer that peony buds can’t open without help from black ants.
Here’s to a pregnant 2024!
Should I suicide? No. I never will. Not because I don’t have hard thoughts.
Dear Digger, hands off my pierogis, Part 2
“Did you hear about the Polack wolf stuck in a trap?”
For reasons that remain a mystery to me, Polacks and blondes were the butts of all jokes in my grade school in Schuylerville, N.Y. I heard violence against women and Poles like this and worse twenty times a day between art class and gym.
Dear Digger, hands off my pierogis, Part 1
“That’s where there’s been a lot of healing for me,” my friend Julia Chase told me yesterday.
An instant classic
These days, the Book of Luke has been contrasting in my mind with the Book of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
On keeping the "uppy" in "puppy"
“Your dog out-ranks you by one,” said Corporal Dave Robinson at Sunday’s Vets Town Hall at Brattleboro’s American Legion.
I believe you, Patience.
I haven’t seen Patience since high school, but she’s been cemented in my memory since 3rd grade with the peace symbols.
Ghost story
This wouldn’t be a ghost story if it had a solid conclusion. But I pray you heed it well.
Thoughts in opposition and elation to the self
The most important part of my reality may sometimes be the thing that I most take for granted.
Hope for the kids?
Here's a snapshot of one moment last week that encapsulates why I've been pouring energy into email/blog form.
As American as scrambled eggs
The faults in American history aren’t a reason to turn away. They’re a reason to show up. They’re a reason to say, “We are strong enough to face anything.”
Work is love is dignity
In my experience, where there is joy in achievement, it’s not because it fill’s one’s cup of self-worth.
To blame is to interrupt responsibility
Thoughts said out loud become dialogue. Dialogue becomes action, a journey taken together.