Courtesy of Dave Hoffenberg KICKING SUNRISE A new band is making its Killington debut this weekend: Kicking Sunrise will play the Wobbly Barn on March 18 and 19. They are very excited to share their music with everyone here. The band is: Joe Murphy, lead vocals/rhythm guitar; Ryan Hornibrook, bass/backing vocals/rapper; Matthew Bosco, lead guitar/backing…

By Elise Tillinghast My friend Gordon Russell sent me a letter recently describing a wildlife encounter. He had been following deer tracks along a stone wall when a movement caught his attention. “Almost before its image could travel to my brain,” he wrote, “the white head of a weasel vanished in between the stones.” The…

Do you know someone who goes around claiming that, if Donald Trump is elected president, he’ll move to Canada in protest? This will never happen—first, because Donald Trump will never be the president; and second, because even if Trump did win the general election, your friend wouldn’t actually follow through on his threat to leave…

The novelty of having done things well in my recent relationship foray has worn off . . . and I’ve started to chafe against the fact that my plunge into “Mutual Nurture” was so easily aborted. This is the time when I would normally slide into what my sainted Irish mother would call the “Slough…

By Cal Garrison, a.k.a. Mother of the Skye This week’s Horoscopes are coming out under the light of a Gemini Moon, with Mars and Venus creating complications, and a bevy of aspects that will have us wondering why we always wind up dealing with the same old thing. To put it in a nutshell, whatever…

By Dom Cioffi I lay there looking up into the sky, only the clouds visible within my range of sight. I could move my fingers and toes (something my father always told me to do to make sure I wasn’t seriously injured), but I still felt like I was paralyzed. Only seconds earlier, all the…

This has been a strange winter for me, weather notwithstanding. This is the winter where, maybe for the first time ever, and certainly for the first time since my divorce, I let someone in. More than let her in, I saw her, met her, liked her, got to know her, let her know I was…

Has there ever been a time more plagued by pop-culture nostalgia than the present moment? Our new TV shows, increasingly, are old TV shows: not remakes or “reimaginings,” which typically carry the challenging novelty of all-new casts and new characters responding in contemporary style to the older premise (as in the short-lived, high-tech modernizations of…

By Joe Rankin It’s still the middle of winter, but the sun is climbing higher each day and I know that it won’t be long until my honeybees are out seeking nectar and pollen. From early-blooming red maple trees. Then sugar maples, apple trees, dandelions. From blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. From clover, staghorn sumac, and…

  By M. Kathleen Shaw, DVM Vermont Veterinary Medical Association Retractable leashes. They’re oh, so convenient! Instead of struggling with your dog to stay at your side, you can let them trot ahead of you to explore as far as 18 feet away. Dogs can sniff to their heart’s content, while you still have control…

By Cal Garrison, a.k.a. Mother of the Skye This week’s Horoscopes are coming out under the light of a Void-of-Course, Aquarius Moon that will entered Pisces. Within a bevy of aspects that includes Mars moving from Scorpio to Sagittarius, and Vesta’s entrance into Taurus, the big news highlights March 8, and centers around a Full…

Brickdrop—they may be a new band to many, but they plan on being around for a long time, so folks will be able to get to know them. If you want that to be sooner rather than later, go to Merchants Hall in Rutland this Saturday at 7 p.m. Brickdrop is comprise of Ben Bivins,…

By Brady Crain

Friendship has phases that begin with our childhood friends and continue throughout our entire life. When we are old enough to go outside and play with the children in our neighborhood, we begin the process of choosing our friends. We sort out the traits and characteristics that meet our needs. Betty was the first neighborhood…

By Rachel Sargent The bare ground of the trail wound through dead leaves and patchy snow. At a short overhang in the trail, I noticed spiky threads of ice growing up from the soil in crunchy clusters. A careless boot revealed how fragile these formations are; the fine ice threads crumbled readily. This was needle…