On the highway between Solon and Bingham, a sign indicates you’re exactly equidistant between the equator and the North Pole.
I fantasized about constructing myself some kind of nest and living up there, weightless, surrounded by the sun-dappled dancing of the leaves and looking down on life.
A friendship that reaches across generations is too rare a thing — and its lessons are too valuable to ignore.
No matter the evidence (or lack of it), fantastic creatures will always roam the Maine woods.
If Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he would be a good friend of Paul’s — never mind how loud he was at night.
It’s the season for finding reasons to remain indoors and stationary, but one bold Mainer will no longer be deterred. (Or will he?)
Real talk: Maine winters aren’t nearly as bad as we act like they are. So cheer up! (And don’t close up shop!)
Big blizzards have a way of getting bigger in the telling. Maybe it’s because they reassure us that we are not alone.
Assimilation shouldn’t mean leaving your language behind.
Call it a fashion faux pas, but this Mainer is standing by his utterly predictable L.L. Bean wardrobe.
Ask any rural Mainer: There’s more than one way to wash a skunked dog. None are pleasant, though.