A true story of survival in the Maine woods by L. Michael McCartney.
Mel Allen
Living
Signs of the Times
Editor Mel Allen on how a bridge construction project in a small town leads to thoughts on how we can all help each other get to the other side.
I am writing this on an evening in late March. The daylight has lengthened, so now when I come home after work I can walk along the river that flows through the heart of my New Hampshire town, or down the path beside the lake where bikers and dog walkers stroll and see the sky turn red at sunset.
I am writing this on a blue-sky morning, the day before the first day of spring. In an ordinary year, that would be a touchstone for all of us. Time to plan gardens, to think about summer trips. But this is not an ordinary year. We are all at a place where we are feeling […]
Magazine
Sweet Spots | Inside Yankee
This is how spring sneaks up on us in New England. The snow softens, and skiers discover March is the kindest month of all. The first songbirds land in our yards, and we think … It’s coming. By early March, we see sap buckets fastened to maples, plastic tubing threading through the forests, smoke pouring from sugarhouses.
Magazine
True Grit | Inside Yankee
In seeing Yankee’s pages come together, there are times when I think I cannot wait for this issue to leave our office, get bound at the printers, and then be on its way to readers, wherever they are. This is one of those times.
New England
Leaving Shore | Inside Yankee
Seeking new horizons can take many forms.
Passion projects show us what happens when work entwines with joy.
More of Yankee’s favorite photographs from the fascinating exhibit “Everyday Maine,” featured in the September/October 2019 issue.
Once you discover your favorite MidCoast Maine island, you may never want to leave…
Maine
Maine’s Magical Islands
From a getaway on Portland’s doorstep to a rugged outpost of Acadia National Park, we explore the special hold that Maine islands have on the imagination.
New England
Treasured Islands | Inside Yankee
Decades ago, on a blustery spring day, I boarded a ferry in Rockland, Maine, and a long two hours later, after a wave-tossed crossing of 23 miles, I stumbled, white as a ghost, onto the wharf where a watchful contingent of Matinicus islanders waited to see the hopeful prospective teacher for their one-room school. I […]