A long time ago, I read a book by the writer, minister, drawer, painter, philosopher, sculptor, mango-cello player, ditch-digger, newspaper carrier, IBM salesman, and... Read More
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… on taking the night in
shhhh… (g’night)
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… on taking the morning in
shhhh… (good mornin’)
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… on driving miss judy
Just next door to me, on the lovely Landing Road (I have learned that, in Maine, you put ‘the’ in front of a lot... Read More
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… on after rain
At the Maine House, there are huge pairs of trees in the front and side yard. We were told they are ‘wedding trees’ and... Read More
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… on being the change
Being the change. I’m big on it. My kids all know I am. It was a big theme for them growing up. “Being the... Read More
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… on fog and being in the midst
Have you ever noticed that, when approaching fog – like a bank of fog (no money, all water droplets) – that it always looks... Read More
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… on a kajillon dollar piece of land (with a chicken)
There is a piece of land here, that just came up for sale for a kajillion dollars, and the island is all abuzz. There... Read More
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… on grief as a teacher (work to do, work to do)
On many windows in the Maine House are tin signs with timeless messages. A man named Vincent tells me that he knows nothing with certainty,... Read More
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… on a very, very small wedding
The fairies held a wedding In the gardens down below The stars provided twinkle lights The moon chipped in the glow And early the... Read More
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… on accommodations (small as they may be)
This year our time in Maine is so soon after the death of our dear Old Yankee Man. It will be two months in a... Read More
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… on garden therapy
On our little street, on our little island (i know, I totally co-opted the street and the island right there, but I’m gonna stick... Read More