One night under a spectacular evening sky, on the bluff overlooking the Puddle, I fell in love.

Tom Sexton and his wife, Sharyn, drive from Alaska to Maine every other fall, spend the winter at their house in Eastport, then drive back to Alaska, where Tom worked more than 25 years as a poet and professor.

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

Many of our kids don’t develop the skill set needed to go up to a new face and say “Hello! What’s your name?”

By William Hall

Despite its three-story ice-making plant at the seaward end of the Portland Fish Pier, Vessel Services Inc. is almost invisible to passers-by at the other end, along bustling Commercial Street.

I can see the lights of Portland as I walk the mile home from the ferry at night.

At this magical moment, Martin jumped down from the back of the truck, his hand extended…

Lattimer’s grandfather met and married an Irish emigré who was working for a summer family.

The phrase, “Hello Sailor,” explains Bostick, is a “homosexual proposition that dates back to World War II.”