I’m a Mainer. I have lived my entire life in two Maine towns. I married my hubby here and we raised our family here and hopefully will return to dust here. I go to bean “suppahs,” make whoopie pies and needhams, eat “original” Italian sandwiches, red hot dogs, lobster rolls with mayo and fried clams […]

I wanted to go to my Aunt Flavie’s dairy farm to work with my cousins. My cousins were there to meet us when we arrived. As my mother drove off I instantly became homesick. My cousin told me that we had to go to bed early because we had to milk twice daily; we were […]

It was the 1980s in Camden. I was a newly single mom. Often on the weekends my boys would go to their dad’s house. It was hard to get used to their being gone, a desolate feeling. Having their dad in their lives was of huge importance, but I was not from Maine, and I […]