Maxwell Eaton

author spotlight

I’m a ninth generation Vermonter and in that tradition spent my childhood exploring woods, damming streams, building tree houses, and pretending that I could understand what squirrels were saying. Looking back, I think my parents allowed my brother and me a reckless amount of freedom (“Where were you last week?”) and they were dangerously tolerant (“If the squirrel told you to flood the neighbors’ basement, then who are we to argue?”). This made me more self-sufficient and capable in a world that demands a proficiency in snow-fort making and raft construction.

But despite a childhood spent mostly lost in the woods, I... Read More