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Back to alarm clocks and early boats
There are some great aspects of college, but for me, not having to get up for the early boat was one of the best of them. Sure, I had some 8 a.m. classes over the course of my college years, but even if that 7 a.m. alarm felt awful at the time, it was never
Scavenging seaglass and remembering messages in bottles
After a week indoors—babysitting and feeling sick—I ventured out yesterday. I felt close to being better and it was sunny, though cool once I stepped out, and my mother wanted the dog walked anyways. The dog who, when kept inside all day, gets antsy during the night and rips apart tissue boxes or decapitates/unstuffs her
Processing grief on the beach
I’ve heard the term “celebration of life” before these last few weeks. Sometimes it’s used as a replacement term for funeral, other times it’s separate—like a memorial service or some other sort of event. It’s a weird term, though, suggestive of a greater positivity muddled in grief, an appreciation of life, someone’s life, with an
Just because I live on an island, don’t assume I won’t be on time
Since I graduated college in December, I’ve been looking for work in the Portland area while living on the island. A lot of interviewers, on seeing the header in my resume where my island address is listed, seemed to suspect that I would not be able to commit to the schedule they’re hiring for because
From faking a broken bone to gravestone leveling, volunteering offers broad range of experiences
Since I’ve been back living on the island, I’ve taken up a regular volunteering gig at the Long Island Community Library. This past Saturday I was there, and somewhere between the two patrons, I started thinking about all the other volunteering experiences I’ve had on the island. I’ve done a lot of volunteering over the
Island isolation is a relative thing
Over the past four years I’ve divided my time living between two towns—Long Island and Farmington. Now, it’s pretty easy to see the differences between the towns (there are a lot of them), but when I really think about it, they’re all surface differences. Farmington is definitely bigger. The University of Maine at Farmington alone
Maine lobstermen: not ‘reality’ enough?
One of the articles that has been floating around my Facebook newsfeed this past week involves a call to Maine lobstermen for a potential Deadliest Catch-type show. My boyfriend brought this up to my father, who is a lobsterman, at dinner on Saturday night, suggesting he might want to get in on the action. “He’s
Moving home as friends hit the road
I am the last one left on this island. Not really, not literally, but for the first time it sort of feels that way. For the past three and a half years, I was the one leaving. Coming home every once and awhile for the weekend and during school breaks, but then I’d leave again.