You won’t hear too many Mainers complain about this summer’s weather. It’s been hot, sunny and dry.

The news of my mother’s passing stunned me like a shot to my chest. My breath was stolen from my lungs and a lump had formed like a rock in the base of my throat.

There’s been a lot of buzz about the possibility that Acadia will welcome more than three million visitors in 2016, its centennial year—which would be a leap of 20 percent from just two years ago, and an all-time record for the park. This may well be a temporary spike...

I imagine large pots of baked pork and beans swaddled in towels or old worn quilts to keep them warm...

Folks with a handful of write-in votes have been nudged into office.

Nonprofit organizations like the Island Institute are not exempt from the pressures of the bottom line. In fact, we are just as mindful of budgets as for-profit businesses because we are funded by finite sources—grants and donations—and can't count on an uptick in sales to provide a cushion.

This is the second of a three-part series recollecting the look and feel of Portland in the 1960s, '70s and '80s by a Maine writer who spent his youth there.

In the 1970s, Portland grew up.

Out of my sight on the west side of the island, truly heroic efforts by dozens of area firemen, the Coast Guard and state forest rangers had achieved what had seemed impossible.

The reason that the Gulf Stream flows is due primarily to the fact that sea surface is a couple of feet higher on its right than on its left...