Greener Pastures
Thoughts on Home
Are you content where you are or always looking to relocate?
Read MoreAre you content where you are or always looking to relocate?
Read MoreI have made a habit of leapfrogging through the bone-chilling months on a series of weekend getaways. This year, we tested the limits of how many little humans could fit in a house and hotel room as we went on an off-season ski trip with family friends.
Read MoreIn a collection of essays titled How We Do It in the March issue of Down East, writers answer the eternal question about life in Maine that I had long ago — what on earth do these people do here? — with wit and bracing clarity. Here’s my How We Do It story.
Read MoreIt’s only January — the road ahead is long (and probably treacherously icy), but for now, I’m trying to look at the bright side of these darkest days of the year.
Read MoreLast week, I chaperoned a field trip to the Gilsland Farm Audubon Center in Falmouth with a group of first- and second-graders. We used nets to scoop up fish, tadpoles, and algae (or “allergy” as my kids call it), and talked about the pond ecosystem, but it was an improvised activity that has stuck with […]
Read MoreHere we are in not quite fall, a.k.a. the time of year when I force my family to eat homemade soup on a 75-degree day and burnt-orange mums mingle awkwardly with fuchsia geraniums on our back deck. On the front porch, an urn of ornamental cabbage and fountain grass looks similarly at odds with the […]
Read MoreWhen my older son was three, he gave an aggressive pruning to a peony I had in a vase. Reading my face when I took in the pile of petals before him, he said, “We need to get Daddy to fix the flowers.” This ingrained belief that Mark can repair (or regenerate) just about anything, […]
Read MoreLiving in Portland, we don’t have to contend with as many creatures as suburban and country folks do. There are the voles, of course, that dig up our lawn, the Japanese beetles that ravage our sand cherry, the slugs that slime and munch on our annuals, and whatever recently beheaded our crocuses and burrowed behind the front porch […]
Read MoreThere are moments with my family when my thoughts recede and I feel as though I’m viewing a scene through the eyes of my future self. When I’m “looking back,” the peripheral drama and frustrations fade away and I see only the visceral beauty in a particular snippet. The mental separation also brings the fleeting […]
Read MoreThe other day, the sound of chainsaws on my Portland street, and the accompanying scent of freshly cut tree limbs, instantly transported me to my family’s first home in Buxton. I only lived in the small ranch my parents built in the rural town until I was five, but the memories I have of stacking […]
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