I heard the truck pull up outside. I peered out my front door and watched the driver check the delivery slip. By the time he walked to the back of the truck, I stood in the street, waiting for the back panel to rise. The books were here. This would be my first glimpse. I … More The Books are Here! The Books are Here!
The height of fall color has passed, and chilly winds shake fading leaves onto the ground. It’s time for ripe apples and pears, cheeses, chowders, homemade muffins, and good books to read. When fall approached, the Lorings took rooms in Blue Hill while they closed up Stone House for the winter. Then they returned to … More Fall’s Happy Landings: Inside Emilie Loring’s Biography
Today’s post is for you who follow this blog and tell me how much you’d love to see Maine yourself. In Blue Hill this year, I visited friends, made little discoveries, and snapped photos that speak of the place, of Emilie’s times and ours. If you’ve read Emilie Loring’s descriptions of Maine for years, you … More Welcome to Maine. You’re Already Here in Your Mind
It’s time for tea and a first look at the cover of “Happy Landings: Emilie Loring’s Life, Writing, and Wisdom.” Reserve your copy now. … More Welcome to Our Tea and First Look: Happy Landings!
“I make myself a present on a book’s birthday to square never celebrating my own.” Beckoning Trails Like Molly B. in Beckoning Trails, Emilie Loring stopped celebrating birthdays and, instead, celebrated the release of each new book–an annual accomplishment that occurred thirty times during her lifetime. (You can see her full list and links … More For Her Birthday: My Favorite Emilie Loring Books
Across the gateway of my heart I wrote “No Thoroughfare,” But love came laughing by, and cried: “I enter everywhere.” Hello again, after a bit of a break here on the blog. I’ve been on the west coast, celebrating the marriage of two young friends. Romance is everywhere, and it was fun to experience it … More Summer Reading: Love Came Laughing By
Cape Cod is lighthouses, sand dunes, boardwalks, and sand fences. It’s shellfish—take your pick: lobster, clams, or scallops—plus cranberries, ice cream cones, and coaster bikes. When you grow up in Arizona, as I did, Cape Cod seems magical. I invoked it when I painted my home a salt-sea gray and again when I planted clambering, … More Fair Tomorrow on the Cape