News of Maine's Coast and Islands
Their appreciation of the island reminded me to listen again to the quiet.
The summer girl in me still feels lucky to be the one standing on the dock, waving, as people crowd the mailboat…
Breathe in… Breathe out… Breathe in… Breathe out. If you are reading this while in the throes of a hectic island August, you might be thinking, “Yes, stay calm. Remember to breathe. Soon this pace of all good things will get slower and slower.”
A hard-shell lobster cooked in this manner is just as dry and chewy as it sounds.
To walk through that room, with suitcases in hand, and three full weeks of island life in front of me…
Haystack is one of my favorite places to be in the world, ranking only second to the island I call home.
April is like a friend who insists on giving me occasional gifts I never asked for or wanted or would dare to give anyone else.
I’ll be ready to stand in front of my fellow townspeople, along with our town clerk, Denise McCormick, paying close attention, hoping to keep things moving as best we can.
The man who used to name Christmas as a deadline for getting his traps out of the water now embraces semi-retirement one month earlier.