Three years ago, I ran for one of two seats on our local Board of Selectmen. On a sunny May afternoon, two days before the election, I, along with the other two candidates and our respective supports, stood on the town common holding up signs and waving to passers-by. There were enthusiastic drivers who beeped […]Read more "“Beat That Bitch”"
Last night, the two adults who live in my house, i.e., my spouse and myself, went to participate in our town’s annual town meeting. We left our children home. ALONE. When I was young and left “in charge” of my sister, who is two years my junior, we’d usually end up in the kitchen inventing […]Read more "I Must be Doing Something Wrong"
Every April, political lawn signs pop up like daffodils in my small town. These straightforward, usually bi-colored, endorsements appear along the roads over the course of three weeks. The campaigns have a remarkable skill of getting them all collected by high noon the day after the local election. It’s quite a feat to get hundreds […]Read more "The Season of Campaigns & Larceny"