A bald eagle visits me every day. I have learned to recognize his voice as he approaches, a querulous complaint against the crows that usually accompany him like a desperate ring of courtiers vying ...

Rose Iuro-Damon dips into ice-covered Somes Pond. She’s a member of Cold Tits, Warm Hearts, a group that hosts swims on MDI throughout the winter. After Puranjot Kaur wades up to her shoulders into 36 ...

When Will Bonsall was growing up in Waterville in the 1950s and ’60s, his family lived modestly, and their grocery budgets were often tight. His folks weren’t much for gardening, and what fresh ...

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Lately, Noah Yoder has gotten into watch repair. He’s a craftsman at heart, and the clapboard workshop on his 100-acre dairy farm in Fort Fairfield is cluttered with the tools and tokens of his ...

Growing up in Maine’s capital in the ’80s and ’90s, Justin Fecteau thought of Water Street, the heart of downtown Augusta, as a museum that was always closed. “It was my parents and grandparents ...

One of the strangest parts about being famous in the particular way that Nirav Shah is famous is that strangers often approach him and burst into tears. That and the Diet Cokes, cans of which get tied ...

When the affable car-rental attendant asked where I was headed, I said, “Up to Maine, to meet a world-renowned philosopher,” and then immediately encountered what Daniel Dennett has experienced much ...

One summer morning in 1992, Henry Perkins had finished milking his herd of 80 Dutch Belted cows and was on to other chores when a pickup truck pulled up to his Albion farm. The man who stepped out ...

If nothing says “Maine” to you quite like the mingled scents of salt water and sunscreen, the crisp tug of a wetsuit around your torso, or the damp slap of flip-flops on a wooden boardwalk, you are ...

The Maine woods have not been treated gently these past 400 years. Once European settlers had a toehold, they set to felling trees to build homes, open up fields, and make money. White pine was “the ...

Lynne Drexler lived in a white-clapboard house at the end of a long, narrow lane on Monhegan Island, at the foot of a steep slope that climbs to a cemetery, then to a squat granite lighthouse. Her ...