Though Maine falls are postcard pretty, it can be hard to exercise outside in the autumn air once that north wind starts blowing. You can still get all the fresh air and Vitamin D you need outdoors, if you’re willing to dress for it. Here are a few ways I’ve found…
It’s so easy to get caught up in the minutia of being mortal. Your dog dies, depression ensues. Your husband forgets to put the dishes in the sink every, blissful, day. Separation may be for the best. Your kids forget to pick up their underwear, shoes, clothes, towels, books, book bags,…
Four years ago my husband told me to get a master’s degree. He had just earned his master’s in literacy and saw that the University of Maine in Orono was offering a master’s in literacy and writing. “Two years of online courses and three summers of seminars, and you’re done!”…
Emily Denbow Morrison is a high school English teacher, freelance writer and editor from coastal Maine. She is currently writing a memoir on her mother’s battle with bipolar mood disorder and can be followed on Facebook @ Emily Denbow Morrison.
I just came back from vacation to realize my dog is dying. Though this sounds like it might be the opening to one of those old country songs where “There’s a tear in my beer cause I’m cryin’ for you dear,” I can assure you I’m not sitting on a…
On the second morning I wake without my old golden retriever beside me, I decide to drag myself through my daybreak run. Stepping onto the floor without watching where my feet fall hurts a little. Brewing that first cup of coffee without opening the backdoor and watching Ryan water the shrubbery…
In a vain attempt to commit to my New Year’s resolutions, I’ve decided to share them with the world (or at least the lovely people in Greater Bangor). I figure if I write them down here, dear readers, I may actually stick to them.
There are lots of people who believe in the mind-body connection, and I’m one of them. For a 40-year-old woman who has really only broken a sweat in the past decade of my life, I feel much healthier now than when I was in my 20s, sitting pretty and not…
Moms deserve medals — we really do. When we lay down our weary heads at night, there should be a gold medal stretched out on our pillow for crawling across the finish line, because make no mistake, motherhood is a marathon moms run every day with our kids on our…
I recently hit 40, or 40 hit me, and it’s got me thinking: What’s age but a number anyway? Most days I still feel like I’m 13, dreaming of what life will be like with longer hair and straighter teeth. Remember that catchy little jingle, “I don’t wanna grow up….