“It’s funny. When your parents die, you have all these one-time things you have to do.” Kornell Nash reclines in a weathered chair in his cramped office. A space heater in the corner keeps the late spring chill at bay. Beside the 15-year-old computer on his desk, a handful of fossils lie in an awkward […]
When is reporting a travel story not something to brag about? When you don’t know where you’re going. Several years ago, Yankee’s Justin Shatwell wrote about one particular journey that went awry.
Separating truth from legend proves tricky when you follow in George Washington’s New England footsteps.
There is nothing so much like a monastery in the secular world as a good library. It’s one of the few places where the gift of silence is still considered a virtue.
Do you ever stop and wonder what it is that you were put on this earth to do? For Florence Griswold, the answer was art.
Celia Thaxter found peace and rare beauty on a barren island eight miles out to sea. Visitors keep arriving to see it for themselves.
A new tradition is taking hold on Block Island: Finding Glass Orbs on Block Island. The search is on for Eben Horton’s blown-glass pieces.
The Trappist Monks of St. Josephs’s Abbey feed their souls with prayer and meditation while facing a future filled with questions without answers.
For the shipwrights at Mystic Seaport, a way of life sails on.
In Old Lyme, CT, where one of America’s most famous artists’ colonies once thrived, the landscape still has the power to move those who stop to admire it.
In New England, historical plaques are as plentiful as grey squirrels and just as easy to overlook. But sometimes it pays to pause and read over these little shrines to history. Many of them have an interesting story to tell—especially the ones that aren’t true. If you’re looking for a whopper, stop by the John […]
Editor’s Note: Don Featherstone, inventor of the pink plastic flamingo, passed away on June 22, 2015. In a quiet corner of a bustling flea market in Leominster, Massachusetts, the last of a dying breed are stacked neatly along a chain-link fence. Once a vibrant species, this modest inventory is all that’s left of Phoenicopterus ruber […]
