Category Archives: Lady Alone Traveler

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Lady Alone Eloise

Eloise Jordan, a long-time columnist and feature writer for the Lewiston Evening Journal, is remembered by few who read the physical incarnation of this local paper today.  Mention her name to the digital paper’s readers and the response will be … Continue reading

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A Stop in Tilbury Town

There are 20 Carnegie libraries in Maine, more or less.  Most are still used as libraries and in 2016, I managed to visit all but 5 of the 20.  Yesterday, passing through “Tilbury Town,” I stopped to add the Gardiner … Continue reading

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Kennebec Garden Bliss

It’s 5:00 a.m. and I want to be in my garden.  Weed one little overgrown patch, stick in a few marigolds for color while I wait for some blooms, and then water the parched soil.  It’s a blissful way to … Continue reading

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Peering into Hallowell Granite

If I had a “Jackson” for every time I’ve sighed a heavy sigh and whispered “like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives” I might have enough money to quit my job for pay and write … Continue reading

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What They’re Reading

The northernmost Carnegie library in Maine is the Caribou Public Library.  When Handy and I visited it on our Aroostook County dash, I saw this book on a chair in the stacks. If you click on the picture, you can … Continue reading

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