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Category: School
Orange, Chocolate-Chip Scones~the preservation of democracy
School budgets–at the heart–of community…
Wednesday mornings at the old Sweeties Market
A rainy Wednesday in March brings to mind the memory of orange, chocolate-chip scones.
This would be just the day to sit a spell at the counter at Sweeties on Route 9 in Marlboro–sipping a latte, taking in the aroma of bacon, the morning conversations, the ebb and flow of townspeople and tourists beginning their day
Sweeties has been closed now for a handful of years and we’ve all grown accustomed to having to leave town for gas or a six-pack, but the absence lingers like a loved one, and sometimes rises like an ache, particularly in wintry months or on rainy days like today.
“After the General Store, comes the Post Office,” says a neighbor. “Then the school.”
Marlboro School was at the center of last week’s Pre-Town Meeting in response to Act 46 which seeks to consolidate school governance.
“Forced, short-sighted…
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Mommy Graduation
Earlier this month I experienced mounting anxiety as my youngest approached graduation; but not because he wasn’t ready.
It was me.
I’ve devoted a lifetime to children, and not just the past 21 years to my boys and their school; but the decade before that to the children in my classroom, and even the decades before that, to my seven younger siblings.
Underneath the separation anxiety is
GRIEF,
and underneath that,
a deeper truth:
I AM READY!
I’ve been ready.
But the readiness doesn’t diminish the loss.
The vacuum.
Where there once was Everything.
Last night, he graduated.
I graduated.
(From the last of them.)
My baby will leave the hill that shaped our lives together,
and head to town,
to the high school,
where his father teaches.
And me?
How do I feel?
That’s what people ask, expecting
sorrow.
I barely slept.
I tossed and turned and fretted.
It may have been the champagne,
but I kept thinking of bubbles
and all things
that float…
up.
Finally, my mind settled in on
balloons,
and then to a single
hot
air
balloon,
and the way,
SHE RISES,
as she lightens
the
load.
The Empty Nest Diary 