In Maine, lobster buoys mark the spot where a lobsterman (oh ya, I said it. I said lobsterman instead of lobsterwoman or lobsterperson. I... Read More
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… on a letter to lab experts… who weren’t.
Dear Lab Expert, Oh, you know who you are. One of countless people who told us, with great certainty, that our newly acquired hyperkinetic... Read More
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… on u-hauls and de-nesting
It occurs to me that champagne glasses full of bubbles (and glee… I always think that, in addition to lithium (a natural byproduct of... Read More
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… on transitions in dingleville (it’s gonna be an adventure!)
Hi! So it’s been a crazy few days leading up to “Mac and Jack Moving Day” (MJMD (why not?!) And today is the day!... Read More
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… on more maine wordS with friendS (that’s you!)
In the as-of-the-day-before-yesterday tradition of redefining wordS (which I am sharing with you so now I am calling ‘Maine WordS with FriendS’ because we... Read More
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… on a new maine dictionary
The other day I wrote that Maine is “a place where words are redefined on a daily basis”, and then I gave a for... Read More
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… on discovering the gardens
When I’m in Maine, it is easy (and, c’mon, natural) to be drawn to the water. Because, here’s why: The boats (Maine’s summer ‘traffic’), the... Read More
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… on maine interrupted
In addition to being ocean-y here, it is also pine-y. There is something so deeply ingrained in my psyche about the combination of pine... Read More
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… on feeling twenty-two (plus a couple of decades (plus))
Taylor Swift sings a song about being twenty-two. The chorus is “I don’t know about you, but I’m feelin’ twenty-two…” And it is as... Read More
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… on jungle cats… er…dogs
I know. Powerful. Elegant. And I can now tell you…. move-y. This thing moves all the time. Not only do you need to find this... Read More
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… on hole-y marshal dillon dingle.
In photography, when you take a photo and then you don’t do anything to it, because you do not rent Photoshop or are too... Read More
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… on me and stephen hawking and twister
This morning I met Fred, a human, in the Old Barn. I made the point because there is also Fred-the-dog, who doesn’t really know... Read More