Never Not Amazed: Have you seen Santa?
I met Santa Claus. I don't mean I chatted with a mall Santa or gave coins to a well-meaning bell ringer. I mean, I met Santa — THE Santa. In fact, I see him all the time.
Never Not Amazed: Silver linings
I'm writing this during Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and you'll read it in a moment when thoughts turn to gratitude. The pink ribbons of breast cancer awareness, and the teal, green and pink ribbons of metastatic breast cancer awareness, have given way to bumpy gourds and mums.
Never Not Amazed: As Maine goes, so goes the nation
At the very start, Maine held state elections in September, not November, and not in sync with federal elections and other states' schedules. Maine considered the timing of the harvest and the frigid winds of winter.
Never Not Amazed: Square dancing instructions
School's back in session, and if the elementary school curriculum has any resemblance to my experience, early fall means kids still have gym class outside and they're playing soccer before moving inside for the dreaded square dancing unit.
Never Not Amazed: The color of summer
Cherry red tongues scream "Summer!" to me. My cousins and I used to collect returnable bottles, some we'd pick up from the side of the road in Gardiner and others our parents would donate to the cause, then head to the 7-Eleven down the street and turn litter into Slurpees.
Never Not Amazed: Vegetarian cannibals and other outrageous fantasies
I'd like a cannibal to know, with one look, that I'm a tasty treat. I'm not talking about being the first victim in a zombie apocalypse. Zombies have no discernment.
Never Not Amazed: Growing friends
The Harpswell social season is upon us, and I've got brushing up to do. I want to be invited to parties and when I'm there, I don't want to be the person people edge away from because I have spanakopita in my teeth or because the only stuff I can think to say is weird.
Never Not Amazed: Dream magic
In sixth grade, my friends and I volunteered to clean the attic of our friend Kristin's parents' garage so we could have a clubhouse. We pushed and swallowed years of dust to carve out a meeting space.
Never Not Amazed: The signs point to change
The sign says, "Eat here or we'll both starve." It's been there as long as I can remember, a beacon to pin my location on the map and tell me if I'm coming from or going to my childhood home.
Never Not Amazed: January, blah, blah, blah
I have nothing to say. Nothing. My brain is blank. Because January. The month that brings up conversations about how you closed out one year and your plan for the next is loaded.
