From Comfort is an Old Barn by Amy Calder I hate seeing old barns sagging and leaning from the weight of time and aging timbers. Many...

From And Poison Fell From the Sky by MarieTérèse Martin My first night in the convent, I learned that Gabriella had a copper crucifix...

A poem by Ruth Moore Blue Ice and Green Water Oh, Blue Hill Bay, old Blue Hill Bay She’s a handsome sight to see at anytime, She can...

From Robbed Blind by Gerry Boyle Lights shone over the parking lot, at 4:45 a.m., the brightest thing or a mile in the darkened downtown,...

By George Smith Maine has changed a lot in my sixty-two years here, but in many of the ways that count with me, it’s changed very little....

From Mountain Girl by Marilyn Moss Rockefeller “I keep telling you, she’s something else,” Daddy said to his younger brother in his long,...

A great many roads surrounding Grand Lake Stream are best negotiated in first gear.

A Poem by Ruth Moore The Offshore Islands The offshore islands belong to themselves. They stand in their own sea. They do not inherit;...

By Sarah L. Thomson "That’s where they burned her heart.” Haley pointed toward a low stone wall that ran along the edge of the Chestnut...

By Roy Barrette One of the more pleasant tasks of late summer is the harvesting of the fruits of the garden. In these days, when freezers...

By Kathryn Olmstead August 5, 2000. Millie has been in the family almost six months. Friends who endured the agony of my decision-making...

An essay from Where Cool Waters Flow by Randy Spencer Take someone from the sprawling cities, someone whose feet are accustomed to the...

An excerpt from Downeast Genius by Earl Smith As if Maine had not already contributed mightily to satisfying the nation’s taste buds, its...

From The Islandport Guide to Lighthouses in Maine by Ted Panayotoff Depending on your source, there were 10 to 11 lighthouses built in...

From Wild! Weird! Wonderful! Maine. by Earl Brechlin Acadia National Park sprawls across nearly fifty thousand acres on Mount Desert...

An excerpt from Blue Summer by Jim Nichols Tampa, 1995 We’ll start at that low point: a trailer park in Tampa, Florida. It’s early in the...

From Evergreens by John Holyoke For years, “camp” has existed as a strictly seasonal retreat, with all the attendant perks, anda few...

By Kathryn Olmstead When a New York Times reporter visited one of my feature writing classes at the University of Maine as a guest...

By May Davidson March mud is different from mere surface mud and shallow puddles. It isn’t just driveways and dirt roads that cause one’s...

"The great gray ice mass moved quietly, and behind it was the sudden softness of open water, tickled by the wind." By John N. Cole The...