By John Holyoke The stream was narrow. It was shallow. Several times a summer, after we had climbed every tree we could climb, were...

The house was a sad thing in the daylight. It sat on a hilltop, a sagging pile of weathered clapboards and crumbling brick...

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 John N. Cole I am no longer sailing the same waters I did as a fisherman more than a decade ago, but much of the same exuberance I...

Anna Crowley Redding is the author of several nonfiction books for children, including Rescuing the Declaration of Independence, Google...

An Excerpt from Hauling by Hand: The Life and Times of a Maine Island by Dean L. Lunt ​ I don't know when my grandmother forgot who I...