A lesson

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February 28, 2019

Andrew Slipp, Anson: Expecting the unexpected
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February 28, 2019

Steven Price, Kennebunkport: ‘Letting the world turn’ – a fishing story
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February 28, 2019

Janice Anderson, Richmond: Too much information
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February 28, 2019

Judy Jacobs Crosby, Falmouth: Sorry, Valentina. I still had a lot to learn
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February 28, 2019

Thomas Spear, Arrowsic: Understanding where we fit in

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February 21, 2019

Robert Bernheim, China: Grandma vs. word pollution

I discovered the F-bomb the summer I turned 12. I dropped it indiscriminately, but initially just among my peers. We all did. What better way to add a point of emphasis? The F-bomb as an adjective, exclamation point, noun and verb, but never as an adverb. Mix in some other swears, and there was nothing […]
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February 21, 2019

Paula J. Currie-Raymond, Waterville: Learning from Mémère’s secret envelopes

I watched my parents struggle in every way that two people can struggle when raising a family with meager means. In those days, creditors would come to the door and politely ask for a payment for that week or month. I would see our mom shake her head and declare that she did not have […]
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February 21, 2019

Frank E. Reilly, Portland: Learning about winter the hard way

Yes, I was relatively new to Maine – no, change that, brand-new by most standards; ergo, not to be considered dumb. Nevertheless, some would say I should have known better; after all, I wasn’t a child and it wasn’t circumstances that brought me to this point of discomfort, but choices, clear-cut, unfiltered choices, and I […]
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February 21, 2019

Mike Dawes, Fairfield: Navigating by ‘dead reckoning’

The year was 1962. It was early summer. I was graduating high school and had landed my first job. I was working for Beal and Bunker on Great Cranberry Island. I started working weekends until graduation then right into five days and a half-day on Saturday, all for $50 a week. It was a dream […]
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February 21, 2019

J. Lauren Sangster, Portland: Grief shows us how little we know

I once told my husband that after he died, I would cease to exist as far as his family was concerned. They always seemed off-putting and distant to each other as blood relatives. I couldn’t imagine them caring enough to get to know me, an American, after he, a Scotsman, was gone. We had only […]