The middle of the deck is kind of a no-man’s land where everything mixes when the boat is full.

The ice builds up fast, requiring workers to break it apart with wooden mallets to keep the float from sinking.

I thought about what it must have felt like when electricity first became available on the islands.

One of the things I love about October and November in the Cranberry Isles is the increase in bird stories. It is migrating season and most people out here keep an eye on the birds...

I could hear the smallish cucumber-sized eggplant screaming my name from inside my refrigerator.

Perhaps a little bit of Islesford will thrive on Islesboro and North Haven.

​The sound of the bell buoy at night, through an open window, will still remind me of my childhood summers…

The May weather just made everyone glum. We experienced maybe six nice days, total.

The caretakers and contractors on our islands are some of the busiest people around as Memorial Day approaches.