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2023 Vermont State Fair
2023 Vermont State FairAugust 16, 2023
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I Disappeared Down A One-Way Track
I returned to the place where I grew up. Everyone I knew has left in search of fairer weather. All that’s left are the faces and the names in faded grade school yearbooks. My past has become a jumbled collection of distant, and often faded memories that feel as if they belonged to someone else in another lifetime. All the memories seem to center around my parents house; the good times, and the bad. I remember looking at the house, and my mom falling in love with the property and saying to the sellers that it was perfect. I remember the time when we were moving in and the house…
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Decorating With Trains
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been fascinated with trains. As a teen, I had a sprawling model train set in my parents basement, and I’d spend hours watching the tiny locomotives chug along, darting through miniature towns and picturesque landscapes. As I grew up, this love for trains never waned. After I purchased my forever home, I knew I wanted to incorporate trains into my decor in a unique and beautiful way. Instead of hiding them away in a basement or a specific room, I decided to intertwine the locomotives and rolling stock within my living spaces. It is a merging of nostalgia and modern design, a…
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I Embrace Nostalgia
The gentle hum of life in our little town provided a rhythmic backdrop to my childhood, a melody so familiar, so intertwined with the essence of my being, that it’s almost impossible to separate the two. Streets paved with stories, every corner holding a memory, every nook a secret whisper from the past. I’ve journeyed far and wide in search of new experiences, but the heartstrings always play the same tune, tugging me back to where it all began. The very essence of nostalgia is its intangibility. It’s like chasing the horizon, always just out of reach. It’s a yearning so profound, an emotion so raw, that it transcends time…
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Write Me A Beacon So I Know The Way
August 2023
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I Have Been A Lot Different
I have always been a little different. Even as a young child, when other girls were content with playing princesses and tea parties, I found myself more engrossed in embarking on imagined adventures, climbing trees, and dreaming of the vast, untouched world beyond my backyard. It was a divergence that sometimes isolated me, a tiny ripple in the fabric of conformity that set me apart. Yet, I cherished this difference. I nurtured it. Even then, I understood it as a flame, a flicker of an identity that was distinctively, and blatantly unapologetically, mine. Sky above me, Earth below me, a fiery passion forever burning within me. Thomas Slatin Throughout my…
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The Fire Within Me Still Burns
I still remember the times in my life when I was at summer camp. Those halcyon days spent running through the sunlit woods, the laughter that echoed across the open fields, and the whispered secrets shared in moonlit cabins. The years I spent there are etched deeply within my heart, and are some of the best memories of my life. The fire within me still burns bright, with flames like memories, that time, in its relentless march forward, has been unable to extinguish. Growing up, I was always a bit different. I was the girl with her head stuck in a book, more at home in the world of her…
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I Had To Decide Between Survival And Bliss
My mother graciously gifted me two of these vintage butterfly chairs, which once graced the back yard of my cherished childhood home in New York City. July 2023
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My Next Chapter In Life
The haze of my past seems to engulf me tonight as I think about my next chapter in life. My spirit echoes within the confines of nostalgia as I meander down the path of my history. It seems like just yesterday when the clanging bell of the fire station sent my pulse racing. The racing thrill of riding the red engine, the weight of the gear on my shoulders, the primal fear of the flickering, licking flames, and the exhilaration of saving lives—that all-encompassing sensory overload is etched into every fiber of my being. Firefighting—it’s a tough gig, no doubt, but for a woman, it carried extra baggage. The scrutiny,…
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The Art Of Departure: How People Exit Your Life
Hello, lovely readers. This is Thomas writing to you from a corner of my world, filled with thoughts and heartbeats. Today, I’d like to discuss a topic close to my heart—when relationships end, followed by the departure of people from our lives, and the profound insights it offers about them and ourselves. Let’s face it, the ebbs and flows of relationships can be challenging. There is so much emotion and growth intertwined in the process of bonding, and equally so in the process of parting. Everyone, at some point, will have had someone important drift away or abruptly exit from their lives. The way in which these people leave tells…
