Seventeen houses. I don’t feel our list of “needs” was unusual for first-time homebuyers. Yet, in March and April of last year, my husband and I trudged through the snow and mud in 17 dooryards to finally find the home that would become ours.

We have learned that if a community is unwelcoming it may not matter how much effort goes into solving other problems…

​With no place to hunt, these bears feed on the “hormone-fed sides of beef” they find in the city.

No matter what’s going on with the humans in the world, plants and animals are going to do spring with or without us.

We in early Maine used to eat something called Poverty Stew—half a pound of salt pork cubed up and fried.

Most mornings, there’s a four-year-old struggling to get his foot into his sneaker, until a third grader comes along to assist.

I find I am continually issuing reminders to myself that I cannot let our differences get in the way of friendly co-habitation.

Our town clerk, Denise, passed the ballot box around when a ballot vote was required.

Students see their peers standing at the podium and speaking with passion…