I found myself in a fairly tough situation this past winter: Underemployed with an unpaid month off, alone in a giant empty Parkside apartment having recently been dumped by the person I thought I was going to spend my life with. Maybe. I was faced with the fact that I had to “start over” not […]
Mary F. Holt is a maker of whatnot, preserver of treasures, consumer of pop, and writer of blogs. She likes Maine.
A Portland widow armed only with a frying pan held off the British navy
Sometimes the sight of a tree is enough to make you stop in your tracks
Local brews are a bonus at restaurant with worthy food
Talking with your kids about ethics and morality in the age of Trump