News of Maine's Coast and Islands
The news of my mother’s passing stunned me like a shot to my chest. My breath was stolen from my lungs and a lump had formed like a rock in the base of my throat.
Maybe it is a Maine thing, or an island thing, or just not a Connecticut thing, because I was definitely deprived of this creative outlet as a child.
Not to brag, but I’m pretty sure I could conduct open heart surgery with a Lull forklift at this point.
When you live on an island, a task as simple as buying food requires forethought and logistical prowess, sure signs of adulting.
I had a ten-pound bag of flour and time on my hands, so I decided to make my own Cranberry Isles sourdough starter.
This event is when I first started feeling I had a place in Frenchboro’s community. The night was goofy, fun and unbelievably authentic.
There seems to be more creativity here, an abundance of imagination and expression.
Not only was Steve arranging to get me to Vinalhaven on schedule, he was helping me find someone to fix my tire.
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I was suppressing the myriad feelings and thoughts that kept bubbling up. I hadn’t eaten for many hours, but my body didn’t notice. With my eyes closed, I pictured myself back on Chebeague Island.