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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
THE WAITING GAME
I sometimes think of myself as Jody Tiflin, the boy from John Steinbeck's story who longed to have his mare Nellie deliver a foal, the...
THE VERNAL EQUINOX
I found three tiny crocus sprouts in the garden today. They were as innocent as a boy's first pubic hair, tentative and shy, but...
A SON OF MARCH
I once had a conversation with a man from Siberia who said he grew up in a sturdy hut out on the steppes where the temperatures in winter...
MELTING SNOW
I've been watching the snow recede from the hill opposite the house. It takes a long time if the snowfall was heavy, which it was two...
HOW'S THE WEATHER?
My son rolls his eyes up whenever I ask him how the weather is over there. He can't believe I reached a dead end in our phone...
THE AMERICAN DREAM
I used to go up to Sutton Place on the East River just to dream about living there one day. The apartments all hang over the edge of the...
SNOW BOUND
We've been snow-bound here in central Vermont for the past five or six days. The roads are passable but slick, and I'm no expert on how...
JANUARY'S TWO FACES
Winter has settled in for the next few months, with its bony grip on the hillsides, the gray and balding trees, the sheet-metal skies....
GULLIVER'S TRAVAILS
Poor Gulliver, I feel sorry for him after he washes up on the Island of Lilliput and falls asleep only to awake tied to the ground by...
HARD TIMES
The grim news that a Texas judge declared that the ACA - i.e., "Obama Care," is unconstitutional filled cyber space last night. It was...
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