When I was a kid and thought about adult problems, near the top of my list was quicksand. If I learned nothing else from watching Scooby Doo, it was that quicksand was…
Most days I feel like I live exactly where I was meant to be and what a privilege that is. That being said, springtime in Western Maine is a test for me.…
With my earlier columns, the ideas popped into my head and translated themselves on the screen without much difficulty. In the instance of this article, my thoughts were less clearly connected, so…
Hi. It’s me. I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while. Nothing really terrible happened. At first, I couldn’t figure out exactly what I wanted to say and then life took over…
It is 3:50 a.m. on a Wednesday. This is one of the many aspects of being a 50 year old woman that I never anticipated and am not sure how I feel…
Now that my smallish garden is planted, it seems timely to share that I’m a HUGE fan of the bounty of other folks’ gardens! I am the person who loves arriving home…
Two weeks ago I was able to make my first trip to Tennessee to visit my Momma in her care facility. It has been over a year since we have been together…
A disclaimer. I baked sourdough bread before the pandemic. Bread! I love, love, love it. Both to bake and to eat. I’m not a bread snob. There is a place for bread…
Last week I participated in what I have come to see as a Maine spring right of passage. Picking fiddleheads. Before anyone contacts me, the answer is no, I will not tell…
I have been thinking about writing this since I drafted my first article, but hesitated both because I wasn’t sure I could get the feelings across and because there are folks out…