Columns
There is a bookshelf in my kitchen, full to bursting with cookbooks. Old standards — Fanny Farmer, The Joy of Cooking, The Silver Palate, The Betty Crocker…
Super Bowl Sunday, the great American secular holiday. A chance to gather with friends and family and watch what is typically a pretty mediocre football game. For many of us, the game isn’t…
It is a balmy 8 degrees as I sit down to write this. The first of February in Lincolnville, Maine, the ground blanketed with a nice thick cover of snow. It seems like there have been too…
'new people means new food and new parties!'
I like to cook. There is something amazing about putting food in front of people you love — a warm soup on a cold evening, a plate of greens harvested from a summer garden, a custard full of…
That special time of year. The period in the middle of January where the temperature is suddenly above freezing for several days. Puddles appear on frozen driveways, the birds swarm the…
opinion: Phil Crossman: Out to Sea
In the late 1950s and early 1960s, Vinalhaven was jumpin’. Served by one wooden ferry that only carried one big car or two small ones, it could hardly be otherwise.
…Has the town changed in the last 51 years? Of course and absolutely not
Happy New Year, Lincolnville!
One of my favorite topics to return to in this little column is what it means to live in Lincolnville. I am obviously…
With rising costs and economic uncertainty, many of us are looking to start the new year by taking more control of our finances and tackling lingering debt. But paying down what you owe takes time…
From the archives: Down to the sea
My desire is to tell you a story, and you probably won't believe it. I guess I am a story teller, but I always tell the truth. This article is about my Great Aunt Mary Christmas. Yes, it is a true…
Thank you, Ken Weed, for years of fire service; Remembering Harry Crockett
When I was a child, every month my brothers and I would receive the magazine Cricket in the mail. Not sure if any of my Gen X readers remember this…
The culmination of Lincolnville’s trio of town events occurred Saturday with the Beach Bonfire. I say three, because these are the ones that most resonate with my nostalgic brain, though I…
celebrate light, warmth, and joy against the darkness
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There is a fascinating history of women’s clubs in America, rooted in a history that did not often include the role of women in society. Often relegated to auxiliary groups to established…
Where It's At
“Exploding Lobster” by Judy Nixon. At first glance I thought the subject must be a red phoenix rising from the ashes. The white floating objects floating away above the body, feathers. I was quite…
opinion: ' Built from blasted rock and engineered to endure oxen, horses, and wagons piled high with limestone, it is a raised stone causeway'
I have been promising myself and others to write about the Rock Road for at least five years, but each time I start, I get so entangled and entranced by some new layer of its history that I never…
Once again, Ma has submitted a wonderful piece of writing for this week’s column:
Putting the Garden to Bed, by Diane Roesing O’Brien
The…
I love that quiet time just before the sun rises, when some internal clock wakes me and I leave my bed to sit in the room that used to be the barn loft, and read the news. Everyone is asleep…
Tuesday is Election Day. 2025 being an off year, there is less to vote on then some years, most notably a couple referendum questions. There is a decent amount of buzz around these, and…
Ah, the spooky old house. That Halloween icon — the abandoned home, once a place where a family lived, now just the dwelling of ghosts. Every neighborhood needs a haunted house.
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On the holiday Monday, my wife and I set off to purchase a new dishwasher. Ours, only seven years old, had stopped working, defying all Tracee’s attempts to fix it. For the last several…
A Bird's Tale
Soft powder blue skies extend in all directions. The sea is shades of blue as well. Dark steel blue in the distance flecked with lines of white from barely curling wave…
In the autumn of 1992, my father and I packed up the car for a trip out of Lincolnville. It was my senior year at Camden-Rockport High School, and I had spent the spring and summer looking…
Ma, aka Diane Roesing O’Brien, submitted a piece she wrote in honor of the Lincolnville Historical Society’s Fiftieth Anniversary this week.
Our Historical Society…
Where It's At
I walked into Boothbay Region Art Foundation (BRAF) last Saturday night for its annual ARTinME opening reception and awards. And, wow. Just wow. I’ll say it now (and probably later as well): This…
Special Town Meeting Sept. 29
We went to the fair Sunday morning. The only fair I got to this year, the Maine Organic Farmers and Gardners Association’s Common Ground Country Fair.
I’ve been attending…
A Bird's Tale
1. The Weather – How can you not love the weather of September in Maine? Mornings start crisp and fresh with dew on the grass as you watch for warblers in the shrubbery. By afternoon, you’re…
My older brother Bill recently moved back to town. He retired from his career as a high school math teacher, purchased a little place up on Masalin Road, and plans to offer tutoring for…
It was a blessedly damp Sunday morning. The rain was so very welcome after an extremely dry spell.
I love a rainy weekend morning. The weekend chores…
