Category Archives: Lady Alone Traveler

Throw Wide the Door

In July, I visited The Ruggles House in Columbia Falls.  This Federal-style home, built in 1810, was the residence of Judge Thomas Ruggles.  It is most noted for its flying staircase and Roger G. Reed writes in his 2011 history … Continue reading

Posted in Lady Alone Traveler, Talk of The Toile | Tagged ,

Somewhere in Bucksport

Late yesterday afternoon a high school classmate stopped by my house with some money for his reunion tickets.  I hadn’t seen him in a long time and while he looked almost the same as when we graduated from high school, … Continue reading

Posted in Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged ,

On the Peninsula

I promised my friend Jaxon I would work the word “hobo” into a blog post this week.  Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sound of ocean waves hitting the prehistoric rocks of the Schoodic peninsula and there were no … Continue reading

Posted in Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged , ,

Quick Like a Jet

I’ve just spent twenty minutes rummaging around in my “book nest.”  It’s a library in my mind, but the room’s remote location behind closed doors keeps it ever disordered and not worthy of a more dignified reference.  I was searching … Continue reading

Posted in Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Bitterly Beach

On Tuesday, it was sunny with temperatures in the 40’s.  It was a day for lazy perambulation and dogs at the beach. On Wednesday, the temperatures dropped and the wind blew bitterly. No dogs, no driftwood sculptors, no one.  It … Continue reading

Posted in Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged

Spring So Beloved

On January 6, 1979, Eloise Jordan’s New Year’s column in the Lewiston Evening Journal’s Magazine was what I like to call “weather and seasons.” Looking out over the year ahead she wrote: “We know the January blizzard that flares over … Continue reading

Posted in Just Writing, Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged , , , | 5 Comments

Six Degrees of Eloise

Last Friday, my boyfriend Handy and I had the pleasure of attending a concert.  The Maine troubadour David Mallett was playing at Auburn’s Unitarian Church.  It was Handy’s birthday, an occasion worthy of a night on the town.  And even … Continue reading

Posted in Just Writing, Lady Alone Traveler | Tagged , , | 1 Comment