It’s 27 degrees Fahrenheit, someone’s insisting it’s “not even that bad” and you’re debating if gloves are dramatic. In Maine, that’s not denial. That’s just winter. You put a coat on and keep it moving. Lately, I’ve been thinking about …
Valentine’s week arrives every year like clockwork—pink, glittery and impossible to ignore. Some people count down the days. Others count down the minutes until it’s over. Personally, I’ve started to suspect that holidays like Valentine’s, dropped inconveniently into the gray …
Over Thanksgiving break, somewhere between turkey trotting and sitting in front of the TV (go Buckeyes), I kept trying to figure out what I wanted to write this week. I had some good ideas, random ones, questionable ones, but nothing …
The other day I was checking out this concert I wanted to go to and clicked “view tickets.” Simple enough, right? Wrong. It only allowed me to pick two or more tickets—apparently, going alone wasn’t an option. Not that I …
A week or so ago, I went to the BCMA and saw the Gordon Parks exhibit. I spent some time looking at the photographs, and I kept circling back to one set centered on this quaint general store. There was …
I’ve always wondered if birth order was the original family drama—am I who I am because of the siblings who came before me, after me or maybe none of them at all?
More often than not, I catch myself scrolling past moments of boredom—literally. When left with a few moments of spare time, like waiting in line for coffee, time seems to move faster if I’m scrolling on my phone. My phone …