Sticky, tar sands oil, with its propensity to sink, poses a substantial, long-term, risks to life on the sea floor.

Every step I take on this island and in Maine is new and offers something original to learn...

One of the biggest lessons I learned as an Island Fellow is that it’s important to have a support system…

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.

Maybe it is a Maine thing, or an island thing, or just not a Connecticut thing, because I was definitely deprived of this creative outlet as a child.

Not to brag, but I’m pretty sure I could conduct open heart surgery with a Lull forklift at this point.

When you live on an island, a task as simple as buying food requires forethought and logistical prowess, sure signs of adulting.

I had a ten-pound bag of flour and time on my hands, so I decided to make my own Cranberry Isles sourdough starter.

This event is when I first started feeling I had a place in Frenchboro’s community. The night was goofy, fun and unbelievably authentic.