It will take a little more effort, flexibility, and fortitude to live here now.

A good friend recently pointed out that my new practice is a way to combat the negative bias…

“Do you have any interest in this food from my refrigerator?” It’s a common question for those of us who live here...

There is a frantic energy in the air, an alloy of everyone’s fomo (fear of missing out).

The initial batch was soon overtaken by speedy little punks that don’t need shade and travel in hordes.

Oh, how we islanders long to drive our cars directly from the grocery store to our houses.

Tufts of pink fiberglass insulation floated over the neighborhood…

Sometimes a barge works with your schedule and sometimes you wait for days or weeks…

In the middle of winter, on a tiny island off the coast of Maine, I don’t think there’s a much better feeling than standing next to a wood stove, absorbing all the warmth I want.