The Tempest

Its quite a lot like waking up on Christmas morning, only there aren’t any presents, just piles of stuff that needs to be organized, folded,...

This poem has been hanging in our guest bathroom for years. We found it in a shop in Camden. The text seemed a perfect representation of a ...

It feels weird around here this morning. Just Lucy and me. Pam left yesterday for Hatteras Island with my extended family. I couldn’t go bec...

The Dunnevant household is now official in countdown mode. We both have long to-do lists to navigate over the next 7 days. In all honesty, P...

My Father’s Day weekend featured a visit from these people. The two grownups on the left are my daughter and her husband while the two grown...

Two weeks from today Pam and I will arrive on the shores of Quantabacook in Mid-Coast Maine to begin our six week sanity break. Along the wa...

Life isn’t easy. No matter who you are, where you live, or even how you live, life comes at you hard some days. Even the best of us have a h...