Sarah Cellier scours Maine’s thrift and antique shops for rare haute couture to please a growing (and international) clientele.
Blooming forsythia, the smell of thawing Maine earth, no more parking bans — what harbinger of spring do you most look forward to?
Three decades ago, Maine’s loon population was in freefall. Now the birds are doing so well that we’re about to start exporting them.
By winter’s end (even in a weirdly warm year like this one), we Mainers have gotten pretty good at making our own fun. And what better way to entertain ourselves (and salute the spring) than with a friendly wager on when the ice will disappear on the nearest lake?
From “Maine’s Champion Freestyle Skier,” by John A. Gould, in our March 1976 issue.
Each year on Maine Maple Sunday, some 100 sugarhouses open their doors to visitors. Here are a few facts about syrup season.
Last March, Edgecomb teacher Nancie Atwell won a million dollars for banning tests and letting students pick their own reading material. Then she gave it all away.
You can tell a lot about a Mainer by how she chooses to get down a snow-covered hill.
Read on to explore the sixteen idyllic burgs that made it into this year’s tournament — and discover the quintessential Maine mountain town that came out on top!
Random Ideas, a rock band formed by teenage triplets, wins over skeptics one power chord at a time.
It’s the season for finding reasons to remain indoors and stationary, but one bold Mainer will no longer be deterred. (Or will he?)
In January, GQ magazine correspondent and Colby College grad Drew Magary published a post entitled “Maine: Do We Need It?” Since one good satire deserves another, here’s our response.