Rich is not going to like me sharing this story. He cuts me off every time it comes up at a dinner party, a family gathering, or a football get together with friends. The first time it happened was when Rich rented a power washer from a rental store in Brattleboro. We were finishing up … Continue reading I Will Gladly Pay You Tomorrow: Stories From Higley Hill
vermont life
THE WRITING LIFE: Stories From Higley Hill
Last night a howling wind came across Higley Hill. Snow flurries quickly followed but stayed only long enough to accompany us down the hill to the Valley Market where we picked up some lemon seltzer for the vodka and a bottle of chardonnay. If it was going to snow we needed supplies. The fire in … Continue reading THE WRITING LIFE: Stories From Higley Hill
The Letter: Stories From Higley Hill
I found another letter in our house. This one was handwritten. In the upper right corner of the first page was the number three. No salutation, no date, and the letter ends at page 6 with no Yours Truly. It starts with a laundry list of health concerns. The writer is clearly a woman. “Also … Continue reading The Letter: Stories From Higley Hill
We Met In A Coffee Shop: Stories From Higley Hill
Yesterday I met a transgender woman in a coffee shop. I am assuming she was transgender because she looked like Caitlyn Jenner’s twin without the makeup, styled hair, and designer clothing. Her long gray hair was shaggy, parted in the middle. It was a hot, muggy, bad hair sort of day. My hair was pretty … Continue reading We Met In A Coffee Shop: Stories From Higley Hill
Off The Grid: Stories From Higley Hill
One Saturday morning, we woke to the sound of Tough Mudders driving by, creating more traffic then we have in an average week. Trucks, motorcycles, and even Masaratis whizzed up and over the hill from Marlboro on the dirt road side of Higley Hill where Whoopi Goldberg once owned a house, down into Wilmington, then … Continue reading Off The Grid: Stories From Higley Hill
ART IN VERMONT
Over two days in Brattleboro, Vermont, I worked with my friend Donna Hawes at her art school, helping her optimize the school's social media connections. As an indie author I have somehow become a social media maven. At least that's what I appear to be to some people who don't use social media on a … Continue reading ART IN VERMONT
Sheila Blanchette 