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Tag Archives: E.B. White
If it’s summer in Maine, yep, it’s time for a little E.B White
I’ll keep this short, because I know you want to get outside. Yes, somehow summer has arrived, with all the wonders of that short and glorius season in Maine — the humidity, the browntail moth rash, the cars with out-of-state … Continue reading
The Duty of Writers: Pay No Attention to Duty
Charlene D’Avanzo: I haven’t been at this mystery writing business long, so now and then I seek the wisdom of veteran authors hoping their acumen will rub off. For some reason I’m often thirsty for literary inspiration at bedtime, so … Continue reading
Making Writing Space, Redux
We’re just back from our annual visit to beautiful Brooklin, Maine, the inspirational place I wrote about here on MCW three Augusts ago. We had two marvelous weeks there this year (which means, of course, twice the bracing swims, twice the stunning sunsets and … Continue reading
Posted in Brenda's Posts
Tagged Allen Cove, Brooklin, E.B. White, Katharine White, Pie, Yellowlegs
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It’s that E.B. White ode to summer time of year again
Well, it’s not even summer and it’s been 90 degrees out for two days. I’ve had enough. But one great thing about it, is that it’s a great segue into my June tradition of writing about E.B. White’s beautiful essay, … Continue reading
A Day in Belgrade Lakes
When the Maine Crime Writers were asked to write posts for our summer series “A Day In…” my choice was obvious. E.B. White, 75 year ago, wrote an essay about Belgrade Lakes, “Once More to the Lake.” He’d taken his … Continue reading
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Tagged Belgrade Lakes, Bernie O'Dea, E.B. White, Maine, Maureen Milliken, No News is Bad News, summer
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Hello Maine summer, courtesy of EB White
We Maine Crime Writers live in a dark place — both geographically and mentally. One of the things that makes Maine so delicious for mystery settings is its deep darkness. There are a lot of short days, a lot of … Continue reading
Making Writing Space
What happens to me when I cross the Piscataqua and plunge rapidly into Maine at a cost of seventy-five cents in tolls? I cannot describe it. I do not ordinarily spy a partridge in a pear tree, or three French … Continue reading
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Tagged Allen Cove, Brooklin, E.B. White, Katharine White, Pie, Yellowlegs
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A Place Called Maine
Hey all. Gerry Boyle here. And I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about today until I was reading the newspaper last week and saw a drug bust—bags of Oxycodone, stolen handguns, felons with outstanding warrants. That’s no … Continue reading
