Need a Lift?
In small-town Maine nothing is ever forgotten.
The Oldest Collector
I can't figure out how she eluded my stakeout.
My Two Maines
For a boy from Rumford Point, the coast was a strange and magical place.
A Single Tree
September brings thoughts of a stately sugar maple standing alone in a Brunswick meadow.
In Good Humor
For one summer, I made the people of South Portland dance in the streets.
Strike Up the Band
I'm tempted to say Monday nights hark back to a simpler time, but that would be wrong.
Lost on the Mountain
I called to the ranger. "Your not going to like this. But someones's up there."
My Blue Heaven
It took a weekend getaway to remind us why we'd moved to Maine.
I wanted something in front of my house besides that awful birdfeeder my wife put up.
Good-bye to a House
Memory would help me hold onto and let go of my grandmother's home.