As she walked a hayfield on Dennis and Nancy Curtis Bowden’s farm, in Waldoboro, Laura Suomi-Lecker gently swept a long stick through the tall grasses, which bent with the brief imprint of her trail.

After sliding into a corner seat at Portland’s Bread & Friends on a recent Thursday evening, I turned to my friend and made a prediction: the two empty tables next to ours wouldn’t stay that way for ...

Perched along the sloped western edge of Mount Kineo island in Moosehead Lake, a line of charming, 1900s-era cottages snuggles beneath the mountain’s hulking, furrowed-rock face. On a still morning ...

In a lab at the University of Maine, Dr. Eleanor Groden reaches into a freezer full of dead caterpillars. Inside, they’re laid out in stacks of lidded petri dishes, their carcasses shriveled and ...

Last year was a good one for alewives, the small, silvery, anadromous fish that once migrated up Maine’s streams each spring by the hundreds of millions. For the first time in 50 years, they returned ...

One of the strangest parts about being famous in the particular way that Nirav Shah is famous is that strangers often approach him and burst into tears. That and the Diet Cokes, cans of which get tied ...

Around 1907, an enterprising Ontario farm girl named Florence Nightingale Graham landed in New York City and found work in a shop offering skin creams and treatments. She learned all she could, and ...

Propane lamps cast a straw-colored, tremulous light throughout The Pioneer Place, U.S.A, Smyrna’s only general store, where the shelves are packed tightly with every tool, dry good, and sundry ...

March 8, 1945, started as a routine day for Dean Yeaton. His father’s remote logging camp on the edge of western Maine’s Spencer Lake had no electricity and no running water. In the morning, the ...

Maine’s most influential architects since the early 19th century designed buildings that expressed the priorities and aspirations of their generation. But their projects were not merely of the moment.

It was the middle of October and Cobbosseecontee Lake was perfectly still, a mirror reflecting a sky thick with billowing clouds. Em Russell was standing on the stern of a little motorboat, wearing ...

It’s early evening, the sun is low in the sky, and I’m gazing out the window of a floatplane, with bush pilot Josh Brown’s voice ringing tinny in my headset. Only seconds ago, he’d apologized for the ...