Author Archives: williamdandrews

Snowshoeing and writing

One of the consequences of the wonderfully abundant snowfall we’ve enjoyed in western Maine this winter is that our snowshoe trails have turned into relatively deep slots. My wife and several of our neighbors informally maintain a series of trails … Continue reading

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Make them talk

William Andrews: I find cute-grandchildren stories as boring as the next person, so a warning: this posting starts with my granddaughter. She’s 3, and obviously she’s cute. She’s discovered how much I enjoy making her animals (when did they become “stuffies?”) … Continue reading

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Working from home

A friend told me recently that her brother, who lives in what we around here think of as (The Other) Portland, is spending a month in Maine with their father to help him through some medical problems.  “Of course,” she … Continue reading

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A problem with books

When a writer refers to a book problem the assumption is she’s having trouble writing or revising. Writers have lots of those, but now I’ve got another problem with books: what to do with them when you move. My wife … Continue reading

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Seasonal adjustment

Is there anything more trite than observations about the changing seasons and how we react to those changes?  Poets, composers, and painters have had a field day with that subject, using it to explore attitudes toward life and death, the … Continue reading

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Saying thank you

At the risk of sounding like the curmudgeon that I no doubt am, I want to raise an issue of etiquette.  Etiquette?  Yep.  But I don’t mean complicated Emily Post stuff like distinguishing between the salad fork and the fish … Continue reading

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My mother would kill me

My mother would kill me.  Of course she wouldn’t literally, she whose love for my sister and me was the driving force of her life, but the old expression got a workout throughout my youth:  my mother would kill me … Continue reading

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