Customer First?

I was meeting my brother at a hip new downtown venue for lunch. As we were seated at a lakeside table to share lunch and catch up, the hostess left… Read More

The Prescription

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been one week since my last confession and I accuse myself of having abused myself two times. For these and all the… Read More

The Correctional Facility

The Correctional Facility is an illustrated novella updating Dante Alighieri’s 700-year-old classic The Inferno. Our guide however is not Virgil but Walt Whitman and Dante’s flaming pits are succeeded by modern… Read More

Beefers

“My girls… I dunno their names anymore. They’se like soft machines now. Livin’ in a free-stall barn, never seein’ my old overgrown pastures, eatin’ stuff delivered to my silos every… Read More

Palliative Care

Palliative Care I loved Ronnie once and still do but it’s hardly about love, is it? It’s about redemption… mine, not his. He’s past redemption and he’ll be dead soon… Read More

Jeeter’s Memorial Service

Jeeter’s friend Zephyr invited him to his mother’s memorial service in the Methodist church basement. He knew Jeeter had run out of venison, winter was setting in, and Jeeter’s meager… Read More

Fannie Fancher and Crazy Chase

It was his second day in first grade and his first time walking home from school. Maple Street was a half-mile long, one of several streets in Morrisville beautifully canopied… Read More

Hunger

He’s thin now, down to seventeen pounds. In the prowess of his youth, he weighed almost twenty-four pounds, not big, but he was born small. He’s a decade old now… Read More

Listen To Anne’s Biddies on VPR

Click this link to hear the author read Anne’s Biddies orginally broadcast in December on Vermont Public Radio http://www.vpr.net/episode/45069/

Book: The Lamoille Stories

—Howard Frank Mosher, author of Disappearances, Mary Blythe, and On Kingdom Mountain Every year on the Fourth of July, Jeeter’s wife Lou struts in the town parade wearing suspenders made… Read More

Uncle Benoit’s Wake

When I was ten, just after my mother had buried my grandfather, Uncle Benoit died in a spectacular late night car wreck. Uncle Ben, as he was called by us… Read More