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• BLOG— YS BBQ up close and personal

  By Dylan Taylor-LehmanSeptember 9, 2015

  

  “I was raised around barbeque. My father barbequed all the time. He gravitated towards food – he was a gourmet cook and he taught himself a lot of his skills. I grew up crawling underneath the seats in a restaurant that served barbeque.”

• BLOG— The ends of things

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 8, 2015

  

  It’s 90 fierce degrees outside, but summer is done. Labor Day arrives to wake us from the green dream.

• BLOG-Up and At ‘Em

  By Amy MagnusSeptember 5, 2015

  

  We camp. We make fire. We rise with the sun.

• BLOG — A stand-up guy doing stand up comedy

  By Dylan Taylor-LehmanSeptember 2, 2015

  

  “I’ve done hundreds of stand up sets. I was probably on stage between one hundred and two hundred times per year. I was just living for it. You do comedy and there’s nothing else. I basically had an eight-year-long adventure.”

• BLOG— Block party, circa 1984

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 1, 2015

  

  Time was wrinkling. I was leaving one party and stepping into another, long past.

• BLOG-Inside Kindergartener Out

  By Amy MagnusAugust 31, 2015

  

  “How was your day?” is a question with a complicated honest answer. My five year old now understands the utter inadequacy of “I’m fine”.

• BLOG — Interview with a smoking octopus

  By Dylan Taylor-LehmanAugust 26, 2015

  

  “I take off about one day a week. Other than that I enjoy being here. My fiancée and I run it together. When I’m away from it for too long, I feel weird. If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.”

• BLOG— Green mountains, Yellow Springs

  By Audrey HackettAugust 25, 2015

  

  I confess: I had a brief romance last summer. With Vermont. Not the whole state, just one or two towns.

• BLOG-Persist

  By Amy MagnusAugust 23, 2015

  

  I love a good book. I cherish a good library.

• BLOG— Perseid report: what we didn’t see

  By Audrey HackettAugust 20, 2015

  

  We were peering into the universe — back through time, as my grandfather loved to tell me when I was a girl.