If you head westish out of Lincolnville Center, Maine, as I did today, you’ll run into a place named “Slab City” on the map. As you can see from the photo I snapped over an open field, it’s not really a city and I couldn’t
One of my favorite ways to watch the seasons turn is to put the family’s jack o’lanterns at the edge of the woods right off the side of the house. Every few days as we walk to the bus stop or over to the grocer’s,
It must be OK with the Lord for an autistic girl to hang around lost in a mosquito-ridden swamp by herself for four days. Praise be.