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The Loon’s wail catches me by surprise and is so clear and so close and so stirring that my brain registers the sound as fake before it will accept it as real. For a moment I am sure that the pale young man who passed

  It was quarter of ten on a sunny July morning, and I was in my old Volvo jetting over the Androscoggin for a quick trip to Rumford, headed for a stellar facebook marketplace find: a beautiful antique braided rug in mint condition for a

Well, my 8 year old wildcat Rhiordan had a rough go of February. He made some poor choices at co-op and broke several of the ground rules, which, despite me inventing and owning the co-op, must still apply fairly to all children attending, even my

With the light of the day outside just about gone for the evening, I lit a candle at the bar while John poured Prosecco into two cut crystal coupes. He looked at me with a calm smile, waiting for me to finish my inner thought

  “La gentilezza… è imporTANTe,” our host Francesco told us quietly, but emphatically, as the warm Sardinian sun filtered onto the terrace where we sat enjoying hand-pressed Myrtle berry wine, fresh homemade ricotta, wild lavender honey, and the most succulent, silky, and perfectly balanced prosciutto

Over the past couple months, the Coal Burned Spoon has been squished hard to the side of the driver’s seat of my life, to make room for a giant, bossy co-pilot I never really wanted or asked for.   This spring has undoubtedly been one