I didn’t go to kindergarten. The year I should have gone – 1979 – was the last year kindergarten wasn’t a legal requirement in Vermont, and circumstances being what they were, it made more sense for my parents to keep me home until first grade. When the time came, I started school with a plethora …
Category: Why I Write
An intermittent exploration of the people, places, and things that compel me to tell stories.
Why I Write: A Book of Letters
If I’ve read Dear Mr. Henshaw once – and I established in this month’s installment of With Apologies to Hornby that I recently did – I’ve read it at least 50 times. From fourth through most of eighth grade, that book was my go-to. I’d read it, close it, flip to the beginning and start …
Why I Write: Writing from the Hartt
“I feel like a farmer watching his corn grow. This is great!” It was another Wednesday morning at The Stowe Reporter, the weekly newspaper in Stowe, VT, that gave me my first full-time job as a reporter. We were up against our deadline, and I was in my office, pounding out the last article I …
WHY I WRITE: Unpacking the Past
I was up in the attic yesterday, finally putting away Christmas decorations and doing a bit of reorganizing. In addition to those tasks, I hoped to find three items that were packed away … somewhere. Somehow, I found all three things together in the second or third storage bin I opened. They were stacked neatly …
Why I Write: A Writer Named Chris
I’ve spent a lot of time in the town of Comfort Rock, VT, the past couple of years. To some degree, I've gone there every day over the past two decades. And it’s certainly been around the blog a bit these past few days. Plus plenty more to come. Visiting Comfort Rock feels like going …
