Working Waterfront

Protecting Nantucket’s vanishing working waterfront

There are times when I wonder if Nantucket Island, where I have lived and worked for the last twelve years, faces an impossible situation. Thirty miles south of mainland Massachusetts, Nantucket’s character is eroding under extreme development pressures. They aren’t making any new land out here; more and more of… SEE MORE

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Jeff’s boat

I rented 20-foot Bertram boats from Jeff Armstrong at Jeff’s Marine in Thomaston for many years. Jeff had five of those Bertram Bahia Mar models. Wonderfully built, amazingly seaworthy, and steady. Ten years ago, I rented a boat from Jeff as usual, but about two weeks into the summer rental,… SEE MORE

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The working waterfront threw me a lifeline

I didn’t come to Lincoln County looking to start over. I was already here. By early June of 2025, I had moved to Jefferson and begun building a life—writing, volunteering, settling into a rhythm. Three weeks after moving in with my partner, our relationship ended abruptly. Overnight, I was without… SEE MORE

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Kindness of others brightens a dark holiday season

A few weeks before Thanksgiving, my son Jackson and I were sitting quietly in a medical examining room with a small bed, a computer, a sink, and two chairs crammed into the remaining space. The physician, whom I had just called “a great doctor” and received the corroborating reply “I… SEE MORE

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Why is there a grain silo on Rockland Harbor?

Drive through the smallest no-stoplight town in the Midwest and you’ll encounter a hulking grain elevator. The ubiquitous structures define the landscape in the country’s grain-producing midsection. But what is one doing on the harbor in Rockland? The answer, it turns out, involves mid-20th century competition between rail freight and… SEE MORE
A rocky Maine shoreline speaks to large forces at work. PHOTO: ADOBE STOCK

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Maine’s fractal coast

Day in and day out, summer after summer when I was a kid, I flew back and forth over Casco Bay with my father in his Piper Cub seaplane. From the air I saw thousands of spooked seagulls, smooth steel-colored sea rollers in identical ranks, wind-beaten chop, whales, porpoises, schools… SEE MORE