webmasterNovember is a stark time of year here on our small farm in Maine. Trees are stripped bare by blustery winds. Maple leaves, once bright and golden, cover the ground, now made brown and slimy by cold rains. Garlic and tulip bulbs lie buried under the hard soil, planted with the hope of new growth … Read moreWhispers from the Grave
Recently, my sister and I have collaborated on a family history book, a labor of love that stirs up memories of childhood. In one conversation we talked about a pivotal point in our lives, crucial in our development as life-time readers. We grew up in a Boston suburb complete with sidewalks lined by elm trees. Atlantic … Read moreTime of Wonder
Of a recent evening I gathered with friends round the campfire, praying, singing, and chatting. It was a pristine evening with the Milky Way smudged across the sky and a half-moon off to the east. Hidden in the grasses, crickets sang of summer ending. I thought of a chapter in Charlotte’s Web. E.B. White described the … Read moreCricket Song
On this day, July 25,2024, we commemorate an important day in Maine history. Eighty-five years ago today, an emaciated twelve-year-old boy named Donn Fendler stumbled out of the Maine woods after surviving nine days alone on Mt. Katahdin. He was covered with insect bites, scratches, and lost one of his toes. His disappearance sparked a … Read moreLost on a Mountain in Maine
Darkness was falling on the Michigan community where Penny lived with her family that included three young children. Penny was a nine-month-old dog best described as a mutt of medium size with short hair. On this fateful day, Penny was let out into the yard for a few minutes before bedtime. A family member opened … Read morePenny The Wonder Dog