This election showed that no matter how much somebody tries to undermine an election in the United States, it will remain fair and free. President Trump has tried to sue his way to another term as president of the United States, but America’s fair elections have (so far) prevailed. 

Democracy to me means that it is the people who elect their government. A democratic election cannot be won over by money, or claims with no basis or facts. A democratic election ensures that everybody can have a voice. If you are an adult, you can vote. Anybody can write letters or send an email to their representatives. 

Students at a school in Vermont wrote letters to their representatives and helped get a plastic bag ban bill passed and signed into law. 

I am living in chittenden county. 
Last month I could say "I'm proud to live here, where we are handling the virus appropriately." 
And now I say, "What? What happened?" 

but I know what happened. 
It has happened before; it will happen again. 

When you put people together, the virus can spread. Measures can be taken to prevent it, but one slip up means it can spread. 
And if it can, it will. It's like a 4 year old confronted with a cookie jar. 

I know you want to be invincible. 
You want people to see that you are brave. 
But really? 
Disobeying the new social construct when it comes to COVID guidelines isn't brave. Admitting that this virus is dangerous is brave. Wearing masks in public shows you care about other people. And we need you to care. More than that, we need you to show that you care.

I'm tired of seeing the numbers rise. But they're not just numbers. They are people.

This year there was no family feast.
The kitchen was deserted,
There was no cleaning in the least
The house was not converted.
We did not grab the extra chairs
Or find the doily thingies,
No one went the extra mile
with dresses ties and ribbons.
We didn't drive to church today
I miss the wooden pews.
We didn't wear uncomfortable
shiny Easter shoes.
Today we didn't hug and kiss
our families, friends and neighbor kids. 
We didn't hunt for Easter eggs
in the park around the bend.
This year our Easter was bizarre
All traditons ruined,
We Zoomed with family instead
To church we had to 'tune in'
And through it all
in yoga pants,
stuck at home awhile.
This Easter celebration was
a bizzare sort of style.

 

Yo!
What up its ya boi Casper, welcome to Caspers Take and I'm back with another video blog documenting mother earth in 2050!
So for todays video I will be looking back at when this climate issue my generation is currently dealing with, or suffering from, have your pick, and basically show everyone how its impacted the 2050 peeps. Ok- lets role the intro!

Wait. Oh, I don’t have an intro. OK we’ll just dive right in then.

It's yours.

We live in a world where expectations are high,
Forgetting how unique we are as individuals.

We live in a world of constant judgement,
Reminding us of our own insecurities. 

We live in a world of bias narratives, 
That craft the lives we live today.

We live as one,
walking our own paths.

We live as people,
guided by our own biases .

We need to be reminded that it's no one elses life.

It's yours.






 

I have no idea where I’m “from.”
This question should be easy – I’ve lived in Vermont for nearly fifteen years. 
But when, like me, you define “from” as more than a place
– broader than a single pin on a map,
or one neat little zipcode –
it’s more complicated. 

To me, "from" is the idea of origin;
nothing to do with birthplace,
and everything to do with
what shapes our identities. 
I was born in Arizona,
yet my only archetypically southern traits are
a propensity to address groups of people as y’all 
and the strongly held opinion that cornbread should NOT be sweet.
This is my birthplace, but is this where I’m from?

When I was less than two, we moved to
my grandparents’ home:
NY state – not city; 
(a place is more than its cities,
eh Vermont?)
Shuttling back and forth between the suburbs
and a tiny mountain town.
This was my first experience of snow,

On Wednesday, October 30th, I had the pleasure of seeing a performance of Kinetic Light: Descent at the Flynn Center for Performing Arts. The show is choreographed and danced solely by Alice Sheppard and Laurel Lawson. The audience watches as these two women perform incredible feats of strength and discipline despite physical adversity; ultimately shattering prior notions and assumptions of people who live with disabilities.