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Lynn Martin is an artist and poet.
BRATTLEBORO-It was 1945. The year the Nazi concentration camp at Buchenwald was liberated by the United States, Congress officially recognized the Pledge of Allegiance by name, and Branch Rickey signed Jackie Robinson to play for the Montreal Royals.
BRATTLEBORO-When your own government begins to shoot its own citizens, this isn’t leadership, this is murder. It’s no different from the citizen on the street shooting into a crowd. Enough! This president needs to be held responsible for his unlawful actions. This president needs to be impeached. And those...
I want your readers to know about my ongoing insurance issues as it's an issue addressed in your pages in the past. Recently, we were dropped from Green Mountain Care with little notice or indication of why. I called my state representative, Valerie Stuart. I lived in New York...
It was 1942. My father joined the Navy and moved my mother, my sister, and me from New Jersey to Rhode Island to be near my mother's family. All I knew was that everything I knew simply disappeared: friends, school, playground, and neighborhood. I have a vivid memory of walking into a new school, staring with my scared eyes at a blackboard filled with gibberish. New Jersey schools did not, at the time, teach cursive to second-grade beginners. And my...
My mother is like the earth - always there and easy to take for granted. Her obvious flaw: she cares. Her robin's-egg-blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, now gone the color of wheat, are highlights of her small yet athletic appearance. She wants only to be liked, so she'll walk your dog, water your garden, pick up your dry cleaning, and then send you a thank-you card. My father presented her to me as a sucker, a “do-gooder,” and worse...
Oh, to be 17-years-old again. To know the world as one knows a black-and-white photograph. To know one's parent and his many flaws. To have a fixed idea of who Dad is and what your story is as a result. That is the situation Ben (Samuel Schneider), the protagonist of Caroline Link's coming-of-age film Exit Marrakech, finds himself in. We meet Ben as he takes off for summer vacation from his German prep school for a trip to meet his...
When I was coming of age around New York City in the early 1980s, there was a local sports broadcaster whose signature phrase was, “Let's go to the videotape!” What would follow would be a fascinating few minutes as games were reduced to their most dramatic highlights. Going to the videotape has changed our perception of the world. In recent history, we've seen the rise of broadcast journalism, surveillance footage, and the increasing prevalence of the recorded moving image. The...
As my pupils dilate, I can actually feel the black expanding while my blue iris contracts. Blood leaves my extremities and thunders toward my heart. My peripheral vision gets blurry, and directly in front of me is the only thing I see: his nose, which looks like it's made out of flesh-colored Play-Doh. I say, “Now you're in my personal space.” He backs up, rolls some deodorant to his underarms, and calls me another name. I forget now which one.
