If you write about the American dream, you first have to define it. My sister is probably the epitome. At 23, she found a hardworking, handsome, sweetheart of a businessman, fell in love, got married, bought a “starter house” in the suburbs and popped out kids, 1,2,3. Now she has a pool, a four-bedroom colonial, […]

The weather forecast is scattered thunderstorms for the next seven days. It’s been a rainy summer here in Vermont. We call it the new Seattle. The ferns and sumac are jungle big and almost every morning the mountain out our window disappears in mist and sheets of silver slanted rain fall on the Connecticut River. […]

So, everything is just perfectly divine, and I am so happy I could be tasered right now and frozen in marital delight. Except for one tiny little thing…

My mother was visiting the night the murder happened on Elliot Street in our little town of Brattleboro, Vermont. It happened a block away from where she was sleeping with her eyeshades on and her travel alarm clock next to her. There were evidence tents set up the next morning. “Just like in a Robert […]

TUCSON IN THE BLOOD Last week I was back in Tucson where the Mexican women sell tamales in front of Food City, the Chicano boys with fades cruise 22d street in bright yellow low riders with flames on the side, bikers play darts in low cinderblock bars, Tohono girls in black braids sway those sassy […]