Tag Archives: Maine

The writing process: Don’t try this at home, kids

Posted on September 20, 2017 by

My Crime Writer colleague Brendan Rielly a week ago confessed he’d been too busy to write. I was relieved. Misery sure does love company. And I know the rule of writing is that YOU MUST FIND TIME TO WRITE NO … Continue reading →

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GOING LOONY

Posted on August 31, 2017 by

Susan Vaughan here. A few years ago, my husband and I sold our small sailboat and bought a camp. For the uninitiated, in Maine parlance, a camp is a summer or weekend cottage either in the woods or on a … Continue reading →

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SUMMERTIME AND I HAVEN”T WRITTEN SQUAT!!!

Posted on August 23, 2017 by

I’m sitting here listening to Eddie Cochran sing his 1958 hit SUMMERTIME BLUES Paul’s video jukebox (http://www.1959bhsmustangs.com/VideoJukebox.htm#) on my PC and when I hear the lyric “You can’t have the car because you didn’t work a lick” I realize that I … Continue reading →

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Maine’s monuments aren’t going anywhere

Posted on August 17, 2017 by

There’s been a lot of talk the past week — and for some time — about monuments, statues, their worth, what they mean. I’m not going to get all political here, but man-made statues, memorials and monuments tend to have … Continue reading →

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Summer’s short, and Vacationland beckons

Posted on July 18, 2017 by

Is it summer that does it? Is it the warm breezes, the intoxicating smell of flowers, the promise of ice cream? I don’t know, but something makes it hard to knuckle down and do what’s has to be done. One … Continue reading →

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The Scents of Summer

Posted on July 7, 2017 by

By Brenda Buchanan This time of year is one long olfactory system celebration. You can fill your lungs with the sweet smell of a just-cut hayfield. Huff the scent of ripe strawberries. Stick your face right up close to a … Continue reading →

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It’s that E.B. White ode to summer time of year again

Posted on June 14, 2017 by

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 →

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