Andrea Scheidler
Cool heat
I will never forget the night I went with my friend Deb to a huge old warehouse in Boston to see Chuck Berry work his magic. He was just indescribably and amazingly testosterone, serpent, fox, and daisies. Spry for an old guy of 41 back in 1967.
Chuck arrived a bit late on that Saturday night. The local bands that opened for him had a little more time to hope to land the girls who languished at the rim of the stage.
The roots of the Trump voter’s economic rage
On cross-country travels this year, I saw the same hellish struggle everywhere. Towns that were vibrant and healthy in 1990 are just plain gone now.
Donald Trump was elected. No surprise to me. I saw it coming 10 years ago when I went to Maquoketa, Iowa, to study with renowned artist Rose Frantzen. Maquoketa, just like so many towns in the East, had lost its longtime factory to China. You could have slept on...
Common ground
In a hospital room, Vermonters from different worlds share connections
My husband Tom had a small surgery that has landed him for a few weeks in the hospital, which took me on a 25-mile journey over the muddy mountain to see him each day. In spring, we all look for the sunny corners, and in this case mine was...