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Lisa Emerson
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We left Burlington on an icy winter's day, when the temperature was -14C and a snowstorm was chasing up the East Coast. If we'd left on a later plane, we wouldn't have made it out of Chicago. As it was, we had the smoothest journey ever - no delays, easy co...

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In which I gather up some random thoughts - and say goodbyes
Just two more sleeps until we fly home. I've just tucked my heartbroken youngest daughter into bed. "I have so many friends here," she said, "and the teachers are all amazing." It says so much about the schools here that both my girls feel nurtured and love...

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A Befuddled Day
One of the things I most enjoy about living here is the juxtaposition
of the familiar and the strange. Driving in the countryside here, with
its lakes and gentle hills, you could imagine that you were simply
driving in a part of the South Island that you...

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The 76 Middlebury bus
Last time we were in Vermont, because I wasn't driving, Bruce drove me into work and back - a round trip of at least an hour. Life would have been easier for everyone if I'd known about the 76 Middlebury bus. I stumbled (metaphorically) over the bus service...

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The 76 Middlebury bus
Last time we were in Vermont, because I wasn't driving, Bruce drove me into work and back - a round trip of at least an hour. Life would have been easier for everyone if I'd known about the 76 Middlebury bus. I stumbled (metaphorically) over the bus service...

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A perfect Day 2
The temperatures plummeted and it snowed all night. When the alarm went off at 6.15am, the world  was still fully dark, and I struggled to get out of bed and run downstairs to turn the heating up before snuggling back in bed with a cup of tea, and my porrid...

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Welcome 2016
When I was a child, growing up in England, it only snowed occasionally each winter. But I remember waking on those days, and lying very still, knowing only that something was different. Then I would realise that the deep quietness and the light could mean o...

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I'm (still) dreaming of a white Christmas!
Merry Christmas, everyone! This Christmas has been unlike any other for our family. No picnic at the farm, no summer fruit; no weeks of planning and making gravlax and pate and antipasta and a feast for extended family. No pohutakawa, no dogs dressed up in ...

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I'm (still) dreaming of a white Christmas!
Merry Christmas, everyone! This Christmas has been unlike any other for our family. No picnic at the farm, no summer fruit; no weeks of planning and making gravlax and pate and antipasta and a feast for extended family. No pohutakawa, no dogs dressed up in ...
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