A Fixed Point of Light

There have been times in my life where the power has gone out. Where the wind howls and buffets the windows; where the doors strain and groan against their frames. Where the darkness is impenetrable and unending, with the thickness of damp wool. In those times, I’ve focused on a fixed point of light. InContinue reading “A Fixed Point of Light”

The Intersection of Hobbies

Part of living in rural Maine and staying sane involves an application of alcohol. Now, before you cast temperance-flavored aspersions, understand that even our state government sponsors television advertising suggesting that, hey, you there, you might need a drink about now. (If you think I’m joking, please fall down the rabbit hole of Maine SpiritsContinue reading “The Intersection of Hobbies”