Each month, Down East editors select our favorite response to “Where in Maine?” Here is our favorite letter from the January issue.
An acorn bonks you on the head, you think the sky is falling and race around telling everyone. But nothing bad happens. What version of Chicken Little were you told?
A new compendium shows off the archival illustrations of Kate Furbish, Maine’s swashbuckling Victorian botanist.
From “Dog Days in Fort Kent,” by Elizabeth Peavey, in our February 1998 issue.
Chocolate truffles and heart-shaped candies are for amateurs — true romantics know that oysters make the best Valentine’s Day treat.
Chef Eloise Humphrey’s new venture is a freewheeling plunge into modern American cookery.
Built with straw bales, a Mount Desert Island home is practical, energy efficient, and beautiful.
This year’s ice harvest at Thompson Ice House, complete with hot chocolate and chili for visitors, is scheduled for February 19 — and some of that ice will then end up making ice cream for a social in July.
As a kid, I was afraid of Ida. And small wonder: stout and tall, with big hands and a severe face, she was every inch the forbidding Yankee spinster. My idea of Ida shifted slightly one summer morning when I was about 10 years old.
Two college kids create a full-blown musical — you know, in their spare time.
Hard by the Canadian border, the winters are long, the woods are impenetrable, and the roads are lonely. And that’s the way folks in the flinty little town of Jackman like it.
How a physician’s assistant in Bridgton became Stephen King’s Hippocrates of horror.