We are excited to announce that Islandport Press and Books-A-Million are collaborating on the Wicked Good Book Club, which aims to...

In most of the country, about Thanksgiving Day, the first vagrant airs of approaching Christmas ..

Le Mans, West Virginia, Michigan all stops on a wild ride from barefoot to boardroom. Yarmouth, Maine (Oct. 11, 2022)—In a new memoir,...

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

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...

Ruth Moore’s 1962 gritty novel Second Growth is now back in print for the first time in nearly five decades.

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

Charlie and me had a nice, quiet Christmas, just the two of us. (As a cashier down to the A&P, I’m on the front lines,

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.

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...

By John N. Cole Of all the winds that blow, I like the northwest best. It is rare as a summer wind along this upper corner of the...

By Earl Brechlin With ninety percent of the land area covered in forest, Maine is the most heavily forested state in the country. With...

By Glenna Johnson Smith For nearly seven decades the geography of Aroostook County has become a part of me. Now, after reading Dakota: A...

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...