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Books
Walking Woodstock
Journeys into the Wild Heart of America’s Most Famous Small Town
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2009, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NY
The Pocket Guide to Woodstock
An Insiders' Guide with Suggested Hikes, a Walking Tour of the Historic Village, Maps, Photographs, and the Best Tips for a Memorable Visit
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2012, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NYBooks
Walking Woodstock
Journeys into the Wild Heart of America’s Most Famous Small Town
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2009, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NYBooks
The Pocket Guide to Woodstock
An Insiders' Guide with Suggested Hikes, a Walking Tour of the Historic Village, Maps, Photographs, and the Best Tips for a Memorable Visit
by Michael Perkins
and Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom #1 Paperback Bestseller of 2012, Golden Notebook, Woodstock, NYPoetry
Love in the City of Grudges
Poems by Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom
My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse
Poems by Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol ZaloomPoetry
Love in the City of Grudges
Poems by Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol ZaloomPoetry
My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse
Poems by Will Nixon
Illustrated by Carol Zaloom
Tag Archives: Father
Who Was My Mother?
(December 13th is my birthday. Really, it should be my mother’s day. Here’s the woman who became “My Late Mother as a Ruffed Grouse.”) Born Anne Fletcher in 1926 in Cambridge, Massachusetts, but Nancy Nixon by the time I arrived, … Continue reading
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The Family Tools (Christmas in a Log Cabin)
(A holiday tale first published in the late 1990s. Some of it is true.) The Unabomber and I had at least one trait in common. He hated Industrial Society so thoroughly that he never learned how to use tools well … Continue reading →