There is nothing like seeing kids in Maine outdoors, not planted in front of a television screen, video game. Using their imagination, filling their lungs with fresh air. Being neighborly,
Less oomph, barely able to get out of her own way and knowing something was wrong. She was born in 1953. Most of her years spent working hard on the
On the run, crossing state lines, moving and shaking to get to Maine, anywhere. We live in a mobile society. On a recent trip to Colorado I drove out with
My dad grew up on a Maine potato and dairy farm and had a Saint Bernard. Duke was a gentle natured dog, not anything resembling Stephen King’s Cujo movie of
The fun of hitting a just groomed Maine snowmobile trail. Or one that man has not traveled on yet this winter. Seeing several white tail Maine deer. A jaw dropping
Today the pitch for life coaches to help you decide the course to take, psychics to read the tea leaves, make the predictions need to be consulted. For a fee.