"We did not come to Maine to escape anything, but to find something." By Roy Barrette A hundred and twenty-five years ago a man whose...

By Helen Hamlin (1945) We were actually snowbound. Cyril Jandreau and the Bridges had moved out of the country before January and we were...

By William Carpenter He can’t remember. The hospital room is no clue. White walls, blood pressure instrument, all the other off-white...

By Dean Bennett Every year the mill shut down for a reason that most have forgotten, or never knew. Of the few that have heard of it,...

By Earl Brechlin Like much of Puritan New England, Maine has always held a fascination with the devil. There was no better way to ward...

By Phuc Tran America. Patriots. Refugees. Immigrants. Citizens. Love it. Leave it. Go back to your country. There is tension in my family...

By Eva M. Furbush, 1915 “Our beautiful Christmas tree is lighted with electric bulbs,” said Mrs. Evans to her little daughter, Elsie....

Thanks to Jennifer Hazard and her book, The Maine Play Book: A Four-Season Guide to Family Fun and Adventure, there is no shortage of...

By Edward Crocket The first line of his obituary in the Portland Press Herald proclaimed my father, Walter Crockett, “the biggest drunk...

By Dean L. Lunt I have worked as a journalist, writer, and editor for more than three decades. On any given day hundreds, perhaps...

By May Davidson There are times in your life when you are in desperate need of something to uplift your spirits and it actually appears....

By May Davidson When haying season arrives, I think back to the days when my husband, Jim, and I were sheep farming. Harvesting hay is an...

Trudging the last half-mile of steep uphill while pulling the sled and groceries was less fun.

The week of December 5 was hectic. The Christmas rush was beginning to crowd a busy work week with too few hours spent chasing too many task

It was my idea to put a lighted tree on top of our seventy-foot Harvestore silo.

By Shannon Butler Maine has become the picture-perfect, snow-globe setting for a host of Christmas imagery. From idyllic, pastoral scenes...

I keep a gratitude journal all year, just like Oprah. Every day I write down at least five things I’m grateful for.

You know how it is on the coast, my friend, when the weather is brittle cold, and the breaking dawn is painting the sky with colors of pink

By Sam Brakeley This book combines two very different stories. One takes place between 1775 and 1776 in New York and Massachusetts, and...

By Susan Pouiln When did I meet Ida? 1996. I was competing in the first (and, as far as I know, only) Yankee Yarns Contest in Keene, New...