Every Christmas tree tells a story

Every Christmas tree tells a story

As the holiday season is upon us, and I am here living life Downeast surrounded by a big open sky, a sea with no end and glorious evergreen trees, I find my thoughts drifting to when I was a young boy living in Pennsylvania and to Christmas trees. The tradition of...
When it’s our turn

When it’s our turn

My father lived a good life. Most of his 87 years he worked to provide for his family while providing for others. He built things, and by doing so he helped build lives. He never thought as much, though; he simply went about his day, enjoying the work and the product...
Catching and sharing that wonder of play

Catching and sharing that wonder of play

What if we all held onto our childlike view of the world, held onto that wonder of play we knew as a kid. Sometimes I think of Holden Caulfield. I wonder what the world would look like if J.D. Salinger’s protagonist actually pulled off what he wanted to do — be the...
Fond memories of classmates and teachers

Fond memories of classmates and teachers

Classmates and teachers we have known are like chapters in a big book of life we carry. On some of the pages are interactions or relationships we might have had with any of them: a hug, a smile, a stern look, laughter, tears, winning ways, some losses, love and...