As I write, Lincolnville Beach is recovering from the recent wind and waves and bracing for the next storm. We are saddened to see the benches at the beach swept
My mom, Diane O’Brien, has provided an article for this week. The Nightly Drive Home It’s dark at 7 when I leave Don’s house, one or the other of us the winner of that night’s ongoing RummiKube game. The way home has become a familiar one, a drive I.
It is New Year’s Eve as I write this. I was born nearly 50 years ago, at the Rockland Hospital. How to reflect on nearly 50 years? Well, it seems like a very big number. And I am only turning 49, by the way. I have written about growing up here, in.
The tree I snagged from Don French last weekend is up, visible from the road through the window of what once was the barn loft. St. Nicholas Day has passed chocolate in the shoes, not one child stolen away by Krampus, the monster who accompanies.