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Ardent nesters or interlopers? A former city dweller and her brood try to find a middle ground.
By Rosanna Gargiulo
Small office? No office? Jumbled pantry? Local pros address these and other organizational challenges with stylish ideas tailor-made for Maine homes.
By Jen DeRose
Come be a fly on the wall on this rare tour of homes and studios belonging to 11 celebrated Maine artists.
By Walter Smalling
On Vinalhaven, design ingenuity immerses a New York couple in their wild, waterfront plot.
By Amy Sutherland
An Icelandic glacier was the springboard for a couple’s serene new build in Falmouth.
By Sara Anne Donnelly
Georgia painters find peace, and plenty of inspiration, on a remote Penobscot Bay island.
By Joyce Kryszak
A patchy landscape is made worthy of its perch on MDI’s famous fjard.
By Virginia M. Wright
In Brooklin, a waterfront property with a party-ready yard passes from one owner to the next over a croquet lesson.
Cover photo by: Greta Rybus
Like many parents, I’ve often wished I could put my kids in a bubble to protect them from the pain and injustice in the world. In the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic, we’re all getting our chance. As I type, a Lego moat fortifies my desk chair in the “office” that is also our playroom. My 7-year-old sits steps away, doing his virtual classwork at the kitchen table. A few paces from him, my husband and 9-year-old have claimed opposite ends of the dining room table, which now sports snaking power cords, the remains of a thousand art projects, and, against my strenuous objections, a hulking printer. (Why attorneys print so many things I cannot tell you.) There will be tears today. And arguing. And apologies for the arguing. And way too much screen time. And unspeakable gratitude on the part of two tired parents who know how fortunate we are to be together and healthy during what my mom-friend Kate called “the longest car ride of my life with these people.”
Paradoxically, within our little Venn diagram, we are not adrift. I feel the connection between our circle and our community’s every time we venture outside and encounter a world suddenly filled with surprising gifts: child-drawn rainbows in windows, part of a social distancing-inspired scavenger hunt initiated by the Portland rec department; an elaborate chalk obstacle course someone drew on a sidewalk to amuse passers-by; a box filled with craft kits our neighbor put in her yard, along with a note inviting kids to help themselves; and a birthday celebration for the same neighbor we spontaneously joined, comprised of friends toasting from lawn chairs planted six feet apart.
Scenes From Quarantine: At the end of this obstacle course was a chalk-drawn wishing well inscribed with a message: “Think a good thought for someone you love.” This sweet mansard sports a child’s hopeful rainbow art. I’m sharing my desk with the Lego Ninjago crew. The boys like to play ninjas in their makeshift masks.
Our American Foursquare was built during the Great Depression with little architectural fanfare save an elegant eyebrow window peeking out from the roof. To me, this lone frivolity, like the colorful art popping up around the neighborhood, speaks to the human need to create and celebrate beauty, especially during dark times. This is not mere escapism — it’s what helps us muddle through. In its own small way, I hope this issue inspires you to create beauty in your corner of the world and to celebrate it wherever it exists.
Right now, I’m relishing the westerly light streaming through our dining room windows, illuminating our marker rainbow and the three faces I love more than any others on Earth. And for the moment, it feels like there’s enough grace here to tide us over until we can mingle with you all again in the glory of another Maine summer.