Quiet

I grew up falling asleep to the steady sounds of cars zipping along the West Side Highway. When we went to the country in the summer, it took several nights to adjust to the quiet before I could fall asleep. When the power went out during Irene, our house was not only plunged into darkness,... Continue Reading →

Art in Maine

Usually I have a good sense of direction, but not when I'm anywhere near Downeast Maine. Something about the peninsulas that drip down along the coastline completely throws me off. That might explain why I took so many wrong turns driving up yesterday. First I spaced out and passed the exit for Route 1, which... Continue Reading →

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