“The Last Time” … This is actually a provocative half statement in that it does leave one dangling in midair, or in this case, mid-sentence, but maybe that is exactly what it is supposed to do: Make you think! Well, here goes something! The last time I felt as uncertain and anxious about life as […]
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Carole Cochran, Boothbay Harbor: The age of innocence
When my boyfriend said, “You’ll never get near him,” it raised my hackles and heightened my determination. He was coming to Baltimore, on a campaign stop at the Emerson Hotel. Carefully, I chose my outfit for the event: white gloves, pearl earrings, low heels, a green floral print dress with its wide self-belt. Driving my […]
Jenny McKendry, Hallowell: ‘See you by and by’
I stood at the window on Easter, watching the chickadees in last fall’s garden, when my great-grandmother suggested that I choose a book to take outside and read on the grass. As she filled my arms with a yellow print bedspread to sit on, I grabbed a pen. Gramma handed me a small, old book […]
Krysteana Scribner, Calais: Looking for a fresh start, finding the past
My father always said, “Dreams go to die in Calais.” But I wanted a fresh start, and saw it as a place I could find my footing. In January, I started working at my step-grandmother’s diner. My father’s mother died when he was young, and Karen entered the picture far before I was born. Since […]
Chuck Igo, South Portland: Retirement means saying goodbye and hello
I retired from a 40-plus-year career in broadcasting on March 27, and it was the last time I had to get up “in the middle of the night” (2 or 3 a.m.) to go to work. I was enthralled by the job as a very young child and was able to follow it through. At […]
J. Lauren Sangster, Portland: This may be hard to read. It was also hard for us to live through
Forgive me if this is difficult to read. I’ve just seen a headline about another mass shooting. Sadly, there are so many that it feels almost casual to scroll by the news. I’ve been affected by gun violence. Its long-lasting consequences are not casual. When I was 7 years old, my mother was shot during […]
Lee Van Dyke, Portland: A childhood ‘sin’ not worth the guilt
I’ve written “Meetinghouse” stories before, using as byline “Lee Van Dyke.” Sometimes, though, I can still hear my mother’s strict, harsh, piercing tones speaking my entire baptized name: “Leon J. Van Dyke, how could you?” I was born Calvinist, in a strict Dutch Reformed church. Calvinism has “original sin” as a fundamental premise, discourages all […]
Krysteana Scribner, Calais: Love comes in many forms
“I hate you, you’re not my mom!” I once shouted at my stepmother, looking her straight in the eyes for any hint of hatred back. The corners of her mouth curled inward, a sign she disapproved of my behavior, but she ignored me and continued cleaning the kitchen at a furious pace. When I was […]
Kay Wheeler, Raymond: Saying goodbye to Mother from the string section
One of the best things to happen in my life was beginning violin lessons at 6 years old. At 12, the local symphony invited me to join. Tchaikovsky’s “Romeo and Juliet” was on the music stand and I had never heard it or played it. In the beginning the music was building tension and then […]
Jody Rich, Waterville: The only one in a crowd – feeling discomfort, gaining perspective
It was spring 1982 and I was a graduate student at what was then called Gallaudet College in Washington, D.C. I was in my second semester and had become comfortable in this busy and diverse city. Public transportation was my way of getting from the apartment in Northwest to the college in Northeast and even […]