It’s Memorial Day Weekend, the kickoff to summer, and the pivot point in the biorhythm of Peaks Island life. Leisurely strolls down the middle of the road must await late autumn as […]
Walcott’s mention of “each phrase go be soaked in salt” represented well my experience of trying to take notes on the wave- and rain-soaked deck so that I could document the specialized language used aboard the sailing ship and could write the magazine article the way the editor requested. There was no way that I could rely upon my memory for this detail. Given the volume of sea water sloshing about, I couldn’t use the Notes app on my iphone nor could I use a regular notebook. Each moment on the rocking deck and in the hold brimmed with characters, dialogue, and action. I needed a reliable note taking tool.
I pitched a story about a historic Maine schooner leading a secret life as a floating college science classroom to Portland Magazine. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to capture a slice of one of the few semester-long full-time and full-immersion field science programs in the country.
Why do I feel like a plant about to be ripped up by its roots? After months of planning, training, dreaming, the transatlantic flight and the El Camino de Santiago pilgrimage loom […]
You know all those articles about religiously rising early and sequestering yourself at a hallowed desk in order to achieve success as a writer? Nope, this is not one of those; consider this […]
An experience this weekend reminded me of the necessity for finding my “retreat,” that muse-infused space where magic happens. I don’t mean a formal “writing retreat,” complete with workshops and lectures. Although, […]
I have decided to watch the Tall Ships Parade of Sail from a corner of Portland most meaningful to me-Munjoy Hill. Here my Irish and French Canadian grandparents found a welcoming […]
