Getting the house ready to receive old friends isn’t a burden, but a tradition suffused with fun and with sweet anticipation, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: The summer air is changing
We may not be able to stop the transition from summer to fall, but we humans have the power to alter the course of the coronavirus and we should use it, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: They have a passion for feeding the hungry
The St. John Food Pantry in Winslow is desperate for a new space after having been housed in a church basement at 26 Monument St. in Winslow for more than 60 years.
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Amy Calder: A short, but memorable life
Adrian Jacques of Skowhegan died last month at age 44 of Legionnaires’ Disease, but he also had battled Common Variable Immunodeficiency Disease and acute myeloid leukemia.
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Amy Calder: This July 4 holds extra meaning
As we share food and friendship this holiday weekend, we will be extra aware of our newfound freedom after a year of isolation, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: When a pet is injured
When our pets become injured or sick, we feel as bad as if they are human, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: Every day was father’s day
Her father taught her many things, but one of the most important was how to plant, tend and harvest a vegetable garden, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: Nature and her nasty tricks
We’ve got ticks, coronavirus, browntail moths and now, a weird substance on Maine beaches that cause our feet to turn black, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: Bossov Ballet Theatre a treasure
If ever there were a more deserving recipient of a new performing arts center, it is the Bossov Ballet Theatre at Maine Central Institute in Pittsfield, Amy Calder writes.
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Amy Calder: Beautiful lives, cut short
Barbara Maxim-Hendsbee was a valued and well-loved colleague whose life ended too soon when she and her granddaughter and best friend were killed while walking along a road in Augusta, Amy Calder writes.