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Policed academy

Policed academy

If my nine-year-old is going to have to walk past a cop every morning to get into her school building, I’m glad it’s Sheriff DuMond they’ll be reporting to. But my first thought was: This is not what I signed up for.

Swoosh, swoosh, splat

Swoosh, swoosh, splat

The most beautiful thing about the ski lift is that every single time I survive it, I am filled with renewed zest for life. Everything from here on out is gravy. I breathe a new air. I also yell “Woooooooo,” which is embarrassing, but it has to be done.

The rocky hills of home

The rocky hills of home

Coming back home was a rough landing. It took me a few tries to get it right. The ground around here is rocky and hard, and famously tough to put down roots in. Home is beloved, home is many things, but it isn’t comfortable.

The landscape of despair

The landscape of despair

The Catskills mark the northern edge of Appalachia, a region with a 37 percent higher mortality rate for “diseases of despair”—suicide, alcohol and drug overdose—than the rest of the country.

Shallow waters

Shallow waters

If the New York Times can send reporters to Antarctica they can damn well send one to Margaretville to cover watershed meetings every once in awhile.

When news breaks

When news breaks

Two senseless accidents claimed the lives of local men in the last several weeks. There’s no one to blame, no one to rage at. Unless you count the local paper, which is taking ferocious heat all over town for publishing a Facebook post about one of the deaths on Friday morning, just a couple of hours after it happened, before all family members could be informed.

Joy, health, love, and capitalism

Joy, health, love, and capitalism

I think we can all agree that the real joy of Christmas is spending time with the important people in your life. People like Jan the Xbox tech support specialist. Jan and I got a lot of quality time in this Christmas.