Wasn’t the indie bookstore supposed to be a relic by now? Jeff Curtis, of Sherman’s, Maine’s mighty micro-chain, says there are still plenty of chapters to go.
Assimilation shouldn’t mean leaving your language behind.
One writer finds a serene holiday moment in a quiet country church.
A treatise (with gunplay) on “the two Maines,” peace on Earth, and good will towards Ben.
In Maine, the best way to protect your car from the rigors of ice, snow, and salt is to swap it out for a “winter beater.”
Harpist Liza Rey Butler’s new collection of lullabies — yes, lullabies — is good for more than just baby bedtime.
You think Santa’s busy? Meet Jim and Teresa England, who coax trains, trucks, and airplanes out of blocks of wood.
Recently returned from wartime duties at Quonset Naval Air Station in Rhode Island, Captain Bill Wincapaw, wearing the beard, resumed his role as New England’s Flying Santa Claus in December 1946.
Politicians love her. So do neighbors, cops, and hot dog vendors. And her selfless spirit — and the demographic shift she represents — can reshape our state for the better.