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?
You can tell a lot about a Mainer by how she chooses to get down a snow-covered hill.
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.
Bill Duggan’s film-buff legacy — all 18,000 titles — lives on at the Portland Public Library.
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.
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.
This year, Portland Stage’s biennial production of The Snow Queen comes on the heels of the Frozen phenomenon.
A chat with the species’ wiliest ally, biologist and author Geri Vistein.
Baxter State Park’s administration has threatened to reroute the end of the Appalachian Trail off Katahdin. Don’t worry — we have some ideas for the new terminus.
Last year, 170 new restaurants opened in Maine. Statistically, more than a quarter of them won’t make it through their first year. This is the story of one that did — restaurateur Annemarie Ahearn’s ambitious Salt Water Farm — and of what it took to get there: bruised egos, broken friendships, and tough lessons about what Mainers want.
Van Lloyd’s Bistro is the delightfully weird restaurant that Damariscotta deserves.