If Alexander Pope’s dictum ”To err is human; to forgive, divine” is true, I have given many people an opportunity to ascend to divinity. Egregious examples include: Making gingersnaps for my sixth-grade classmates using whole instead of ground cloves. Asking a woman who had recently gained weight when she was due. Attempting to throw out […]
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Steven Price, Kennebunkport: Someone’s mistake leads to reflection about relationship to nature
I’m a fly fisherman, and one of the reasons I enjoy the activity so much is that it connects me to an alien world, the aquatic world of trout and bass (in Maine) and snook and redfish (in Florida). There are other reasons, like fish hang out in beautiful places, and I enjoy the solitude […]
Jennifer Robyn Welles, Freeport: When typos happen, will meaning still shine through?
Mistakes. My writing brims with them. Typos. Invented words. Thoughtful substitutions made by the AI which rob the line of sense. “Not” for “bot.” “Withering” for “hithering.” “Affectopm” for “affection.” Stubbed grammar also spots and rends. An unclosed quotation mark means the copy runs on forever. Ill, I’ll be. Were we where we’re wore? Fast […]
Shelley Goad, Windham: The family car and a lesson in physics
I was 11 years old. I was just starting to feel a little bit haughty about my worldly knowledge and was just dipping my toe into that span of time when kids cause adults to take up teeth grinding. I was realizing that I wasn’t a little kid anymore, and I was almost in junior […]
Vicki Sullivan, Portland: Style is in the eye of the beholder
As a young woman, I had always liked the idea of dressing in vintage clothing for a special occasion. That occasion presented itself one day. A friend, a Bates graduate, was going to have a dinner party at her home in Lewiston. Among her guests were friends and professors from Bates, so I was expecting […]
Gail Caiazzo, Saco: Yogi Berra was right
To quote the great Yogi Berra, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” Looking back at my life is always an exercise in wondering. Many of the forks in the road happened during my childhood. Obviously, I had no control over those situations, so I never waste a great deal of […]
Amanda Russell, Edgecomb: More than friends, they always were brothers
There were six of us, plus Marshall, who wasn’t one of the Russell siblings but might as well have been. He practically lived with us. Every morning he walked from his house down the road to ours, appearing just after breakfast when our mother would shoo us all outside to play until lunchtime. From the […]
Kate Cone Brancaccio, Waterville: Seating arrangements
It was just to be a post-vaccination brunch to bid my oldest brother goodbye. He and his girlfriend were moving to Colorado to be near her daughter. A late-in-life change, a huge one. But also a happy one. A sunny April day, nothing short of a miracle, and I packed my “famous” Basque salad in […]
Carole Clarke Cochran, Boothbay Harbor: The family of four
From childhood to adulthood, I lived with a misconception about my place in our family. We Clarkes were a tightly knit band of four: mother, father, son, daughter. My brother was the third generation with the same name; I was the first girl with my grandmother’s family name of Claybrooke. The uncles and aunts and […]
Mimi Gough, Portland: How my German grandmother acquired a sister in Maine
I have tried to imagine how I would feel as an 8-year-old orphan traveling with a man posing as her uncle in search of a new life, but it is so hard to fathom what that would be like. In 1909, my grandmother was a brave young girl who did exactly that. She traveled by […]