I’m color sensitive. Wait. Is that a thing? Could I have ‘Color Affective Disorder’? CAD? Oh my Gawd, I think I do. I really... Read More
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… on comfy socks and… comfortableness
Uh. Ya. It is too a word. I looked it up. As in, ‘I longed for the comfortableness of my comfy socks’. It sounds like... Read More
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… on glen who isn’t a lawyer and a life-altering list
Late yesterday morning I returned from Maine with The Shepherds and my olfactory senses were happy-fied by evidence that Glen-the-friend-and-painter had been true to... Read More
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… on an orb, a decision, and a response
Did you drink your coffee yet this morning? Well, you may want something stronger. Maybe in Irish coffee? Well you are in the right... Read More
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… on a screaming pillow and inn renovation
“Mom?” “Ya, Sam.” “Why is your pillow screaming?” I looked over to my newly hung L.L. Bean hammock, complete with custom embroidered pillow, and smiled.... Read More
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… on a sunrise in southport
Good mornin’. I thought you might get a charge out of the sunrise here on the coast of Maine. All I could think of... Read More
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… on addiction and The Shepherds
You know, there is a deep underbelly to the world of German Shepherd blog fame. I mean, you feed them and shelter them and... Read More
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… on my first snow storm at ‘The Inn’ (Maine)
Yesterday, I was driving south on Route 3 in order to go to Maine. I drive south first, on my three-hour trip north. Go... Read More
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… on an old house and a sign maker named Tim
A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from Tim Kearns. I’ve never met Tim, but it is no longer rare to do business... Read More
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… on old houses not quite empty
When one impulsively purchases an old house, the feeling of elation is quickly followed (and when I say ‘quickly’, I mean specifically the amount... Read More
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… on mr. holland
There is a house, across the cove from mine, on an island snuggled in the mid coast of Maine. We, my nearly perfect husband... Read More
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… on oddballs and tennis balls
See that guy up there? Oddball. It isn’t his name. It’s just him. I don’t even know his name. But I’ve seen him nearly... Read More