As winter fades and longer days return, spring brings a renewed sense of energy to our community. For many residents, it means warmer weather, blooming trees, and the opportunity to get outdoors again.
Satire is a strong part of trying to understand why the world is as it is. Usually humorous, it poses, answers and reposes questions asked and unasked. What follows is a gentle bit of satire.
I drove by the tiny, rustic house each day on my way to work. As soon as I could catch a glimpse of the yard, I would slow down and quickly turn my head to check and see if the dog was sitting in the doghouse door, his head straight ahead with a heavy, rusty chain on his neck.
Within my mother’s cedar chest are many treasures: baby shoes from both of her children, colored pictures that run outside the lines, a silk blanket from Japan, old photos of my parents when their love was powerful and sweet at the same time
When we’re writing our family history we focus on dates, vital records and names of family members. But there’s more to add to complete the picture of a family’s life.
Up in Aroostook County — where folks call it “The County” like it’s family — remnants of the former Loring Air Force Base sit like a faded memory.
While the winters up here are known for their length and treachery, there is such beauty in the stillness of a freshly fallen snow upon the library grounds.
When we’re writing our family history we focus on dates, vital records and names of family members.
Déja 2026. On dirais que l’temps passe trop vite. Mon oncle Jean, qui est mort juste a s’bord icitte de 100 ans, disais que, quand tu avais 20 ans la vie allais a 20 milles a l’heure; a 30 ans, 30 miles a l’heure; etc.
I spotted her once again sitting in a tattered, old-fashioned lawn chair. She sat just about 20 feet away from a food truck, her eyes closed as she waved an abandoned paper plate back and forth in front of her face.
