News of Maine's Coast and Islands
I felt like part of the team as I found a table in the attic for Kwami’s work surface.
Anyone around Little Cranberry Island would say my husband Bruce, a lobster fisherman, has a knack for getting involved in some very interesting media situations. (See “One lobsterman’s 15 minutes of fame” at workingwaterfrontarchives.org.)
My little pads hold jewelry sketches, book recommendations, contact information…
The islands are usually two to four weeks behind inland towns in the blossom department.
How unfair that death would claim him just when he was doing such a good job of living
The middle of the deck is kind of a no-man’s land where everything mixes when the boat is full.
The ice builds up fast, requiring workers to break it apart with wooden mallets to keep the float from sinking.
I thought about what it must have felt like when electricity first became available on the islands.
One of the things I love about October and November in the Cranberry Isles is the increase in bird stories. It is migrating season and most people out here keep an eye on the birds...