I keep my skis in the truck because the season is not yet over. But if I want to be totally honest with myself, I know I won’t head out again this winter. Sure, if it were 55 degrees and sunny to the point where I risk a goggle tan, heck yeah I would be out […]
For years now I have been confused. Five years. Everyday that I wake up on this mountain I wonder if I have made any really good decisions. None of this thinking makes me doubt myself. Of course it doesn’t. I know I moved to the right place, into the right home, to the right state. […]
There is a historic resonance in the North Country. We share a coastline with Massachusetts yet we also possess an element of wildness usually reserved for the Muir-trodden mountains of the west. Nestled between Cherry Mountain and the Presidential Range is the grand hotel that Joseph Stickney dreamed of owning with his wife, Carolyn Foster […]
Attending the Colonial Theatre’s showing of Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Endless Poetry on a cool Wednesday evening just as the leaves are turning was necessary. The mind grows weary if its soul function is work and income earning. Just as the leaves are changing so too is my summer’s-end bitterness turning to the jaded thoughts of winter, […]
There’s wildness in each of us, more in those who claim there is none. Deep down every one of us actively nurtures a secret desire to move more, to wear less, to eat with our hands, to use our toes to make fists in the sand, and to breathe deeply while the sun goes down […]
We all nodded with the opening beat like a gallery of metronomes while rhythm filled the Colonial Theater last night. Young and old packed the house and moved as one on the dance floor. Hands waved like flowers in a field and every call from the MCs claimed a response in loud, bold unison from […]
“Fire was the first Facebook,” a ponderously large British man once informed me at a library coffee shop. His name was Bob. He owned a tracking company I worked for out in Arizona. “Before there was Facebook, there was fire. Before we all shared ideas and idiocies, hopes and heartbreaks over tiny glowing screens we […]
I rank going to the movies among the top five favorite things I do by myself. The Bethlehem Colonial Theatre serves beer and wine at their concession stand. I like beer and wine almost as much as I like going to the movies. David Lynch: The Art Life (2016) was playing for one night only. […]
The thunderstorms on the Connecticut shoreline move with ferocious intensity. During Hurricane Gloria, when I was just a child, my mom took my brother and me to New Jersey. My dad stayed home to keep watch on the house. He had no power for over two weeks. He had to poop in the backyard. When […]
On a low chair with a blue plastic seat riveted to metal legs I sat beside a unisex restroom for three hours. I smuggled a twenty ounce thermos and a small blue enamel mug into the library that day. I knew the rules, “no food or drink,” but I promised myself not to spill. I […]
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