C. Jane Dances With Herself

Welcome to The Jungle, Silverbelle C. Jane (Hinesburg SBs). C. Jane's next book is due for publication in April, 2022. Stay tuned for updates. In her own words (from cjanetaylor.com): When I got the invitation from AARP to join their organization, I ripped the letter up and bought a motorcycle. I was a high school... Continue Reading →

The Real Chelsea Green

  [Editor's Note: I was President and Publisher at Chelsea Green from 1995 to 2002. The essential challenge of a publisher, at least in my interpretation, is to decide how "to make information public," and I am very proud of the roughly 125 titles that were "made public" during my tenure. Our mission, as stated... Continue Reading →

Ask the Soapman

by Larry Plesent, a.k.a. The Soapman Everybody wants to be “green.” But what does it mean? For some, natural is about atoms and molecules. Where did those atoms come from? What was their last incarnation? Carbon, for example, is an element and lasts forever, endlessly changing form. Do you support plant based carbon (“new” carbon)... Continue Reading →

The Prince of Common Sense

[Occasionally you read something that causes you to say “Why didn’t I think of that?” Friend, author, and fellow Vermonter, Bill Schubart suggests in this piece that we might consolidate some of our state colleges, already experiencing enrollment declines, and repurpose the campuses as prisons. It's an idea that makes so much sense that I'm... Continue Reading →

Christmas in July … part one

The Flame Flickers in West Brookfield If there is a sacred moment for the residents of West Bookfield, it is during the singing of Silent Night at the end of the nonsectarian Christmas Eve service in the spare, wooden church, built in 1839. There’s no glitter, no flashing lights. The space is sparsely decorated with... Continue Reading →

A Year Ago

[We were in lockdown, unable to do much of anything. Then, on a humid July Saturday, we busted out from the Gilead and hopping in Sandy's Mini for what can only be described a crazed romp through the hinterlands. Well-l-l-l ... I suppose it could also be described as a quiet drive on the back... Continue Reading →

The Sacred Swimming Hole

[When I was growing up my local swimming hole was the Atlantic Ocean. Now, my local is Gilead Brook and you have to sit in it just get half your body wet.. SB SM] “Sacred” and “secret” are the only appropriate words for Vermont swimming holes. There aren’t that many days when you absolutely, positively... Continue Reading →

251 … Vermont’s Magic Number

From Halifax to Athens to Baltimore All in One Day and One State by Stephen Morris This is a story that deserves background music. As we turned off Vermont Route 10 onto the dirt road heading towards Baltimore, Vermont, our excitement was palpable. Despite the sizable snowbanks lining the highway, there was a bright sun... Continue Reading →

The Boss Takes a Vacation

[Editor's note: The following is the Foreword from the 2011 book The Wrath of Irene, a staff-written account of Tropical Storm Irene, published by The Public Press in 2011. A foreword is a (usually short) piece of writing sometimes placed at the beginning of a book written by someone other than the primary author of... Continue Reading →

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