Four o’clock on a late August afternoon and it’s pouring down rain deep in the Maine North Woods. We (husband Hy and friends Dawn and Lee) are in a muddy parking lot where we’d planned to strap our canoes onto carts, complete a one-mile portage to the south edge of Allagash Lake, canoe four miles, and set up camp. But no one’s feeling inspired. Even on the brightest of days, Allagash Lake is not your mainstream North Woods destination. From Bangor, drive to Millinocket and he

Writing a book is a freaking marathon, not a sprint. Although it would be fun to run just as fast as a Paul Doiron, an RL Stine, or a

My car of 14 years died in October. We bought an EV. The first thing we did with the EV was drive from Maine to Montana to Idaho.

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With an Ojibwe father and white mother, protagonist DaunisFontaine constantly navigates two worlds in Firekeeper’s Daughter, a young...

Book Review: Another Maine author I’m crazy about right now is Gillian French, who specializes in YA lit. I read both Grit and Sugaring...

In my experiences last fall getting my book Trapped out to market, I had the pleasure of meeting Maine author Betty Culley and appearing...

We live part time in a hangar in Idaho. It’s a small one by airport standards—50 by 50 feet— with bright industrial lights overhead and a...