A Trip Through The Town of Hope

A Trip Through The Town of Hope

Thunderheads collected over Mt. Megunticook in the distance, blue sky fighting with a big black mass that grumbled continuously in the manner of a hungry stomach. Lightning flashed occasionally, weak and unfocused, as I walked the road to the Hope Cemetery.  I...
Found in a Free Pile

Found in a Free Pile

I can’t help it.  I am my mother’s child (I wrote about this for Oprah’s magazine). Driving down the country lanes of Maine, I’ll screech to the side, flip a u-turn, walk back if I have to. A pile of junk with a “free”...
Tripping Up The Maine Trail

Tripping Up The Maine Trail

It’s buggy in the Maine woods, the mirror image of the sky in shit shit shit…   Ahem. Excuse my language. I was dictating deep thoughts into my iPhone as I ran through those Maine woods and tripped over a tree root. With the impact reverberating through my hurt...
Island Girl – or Island Grandma?

Island Girl – or Island Grandma?

  “Do you have grands?” The tall, tan woman was holding a baby in her arms. Huh? It took me a moment. Me? I’m too young to have grandkids! “Nope. My kids are only 9 and 12.” Her kids (late 20s, early 30s tops) were cooking...
Stealing from “Steal Like An Artist”

Stealing from “Steal Like An Artist”

I run because I don’t have it all figured out. Because sometimes, despite how much I’ve learned, my sense of purpose seems like a moving point hidden in killer fog (sometimes, it’s the whole damn fog bank). I run because when I do, my lungs demand to...
This Is Maine, Baby

This Is Maine, Baby

Ethan and I were walking to the car in the pouring rain. Booms echoed somewhere out in the dark, sharper and more rhythmic than thunder. “What’s that noise?” I asked. “Gun shots.” “Really? Someone’s just out there shooting in...