By Carolyn and Joseph Waterbury-Tieman Once there was a snail named Slimy. He lived in a hollowed-out log in Slowtown. Slimy had a friend named Sludge. Sludge was a…well, a slug[…]
By Carolyn and Joseph Waterbury-Tieman One day, in my art studio, I was putting the finishing touches on a painting of life on the ocean floor. The last creature to[…]
Sundays, during my childhood, meant making the arduous trek over hill and hollow to my maternal grandparents’ house for dinner. The scenic journey along state Route 11 bordered patchwork-quilt farms,[…]