Do I really want to ride through “that” to go driving in “that?”

I can’t imagine what they thought, arriving upon a rather somber and not too chatty assemblage…

Island caretakers mirror steps they took in May, but with much less stress.

I stayed still, for a minute longer, to make sure my brain was capturing the positive imagery.

I felt like part of the team as I found a table in the attic for Kwami’s work surface.

Anyone around Little Cranberry Island would say my husband Bruce, a lobster fisherman, has a knack for getting involved in some very interesting media situations. (See “One lobsterman’s 15 minutes of fame” at workingwaterfrontarchives.org.)

My little pads hold jewelry sketches, book recommendations, contact information…

The islands are usually two to four weeks behind inland towns in the blossom department.

How unfair that death would claim him just when he was doing such a good job of living