Into the Wild: Where to find a wild phoenix

I’ll write about a lot of animals in this column about Maine wildlife, but I won’t write much about the phoenix. Because, you know,...

Leftovers: Heard it in a love song

When the devastatingly handsome Landscaper paved over my heart the second time, my friends circled the wagons for an intervention. Tired of watching me not learn from...

Give adventure

There are presents I remember. Begged-for toys and cool-kids clothes I sought out under the tree like some ravenous late-winter scavenger. The jean jacket...

Leftovers: Swapping the suds

Well-oiled gears turn all year round to artfully crank out the many organized food and booze events that hit our Google calendars and cash...

Return to the Nuclear age

As contemporary music has become more and more commercialized and sanitized, the pendulum was bound to eventually swing the other way. It’s no wonder that straightforward,...

Portland Ballet’s ‘Victorian Nutcracker’ gets a face-lift

One ballerina stands in front of the studio mirror and twists her strawberry blonde hair into a tight bun. Behind her, at the barre,...

Letter from Aroostook: A jewel in the crown of Maine

It’s 7 a.m. and I’m inching my way down a narrow two-lane highway toward Caribou. The road is slick with ice and packed snow,...

Gear with experience

A toboggan is happiest in the snow, flying downhill with a pile of gleefully screaming riders on its back. And most snowshoes agree that...

Leftovers: Here’s to The Betty

My mother, Betty Fivel Haberman Williams, died Sept. 5. Two months prior, and in seemingly good health for a woman of her certain age,...

Rustic renewal

What were you doing in 1994? Whatever it was, it’s the rare few of you who haven’t been changed indelibly since then. So it is with...