Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, a Maine native and graduate of Belfast schools, now lives in Morrill. Her columns appear in The Republican Journal every other week.
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PublishedSeptember 9, 2021
You drinking pig swill?
Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, is a graduate of Belfast schools, now living in Morrill. Her columns appear in The Republican Journal every other week.
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PublishedAugust 26, 2021
Grampa Roy’s haymaker punch
Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award winning columnist, is a graduate of Belfast schools now living in Morrill.
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PublishedAugust 12, 2021
Nectar of the gods or ‘funny honey’?
Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, a Maine native and graduate of Belfast schools, now lives in Morrill. Her columns appear in this paper every other week.
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PublishedJuly 15, 2021
Oiling the brain
Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, a Maine native and a graduate of Belfast schools, now lives in Morrill. Her columns appear in this paper every other week.
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PublishedJuly 8, 2021
My goal is to build a life I don’t need a vacation from
Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, a Maine native and a graduate of Belfast schools, now lives in Morrill. Her columns appear in this paper every other week.
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PublishedJune 17, 2021
In between
Chatting with a Facebook “friend” the other day, something in the conversation led to my posting a photo of me back in the early ’70s when living in California. It was me in front of the 80-passenger, 10-speed, double clutch school bus I drove (as one of my three simultaneous jobs, in the Sierra Nevadas […]
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PublishedJune 3, 2021
Pine needle tea?
Every spring, for decades, I gather pine needles of the white pine for “tea.” I wrote a column on it some 25 years ago and how it led to saving the lives of British fur trappers and fishermen plying to waters and forests of northeast America and the bordering Ontario/New Brunswick even prior to the Mayflower colonists. That was how the famous first face-to-face encounter between the Native Americans and the …
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PublishedMay 20, 2021
Getting skinnier, year two
I told you a year ago about starting the new kid on the block as to losing weight: intermittent fasting. I started intermittent fasting a year ago. A few years ago, I had gone up to 186! Me, who had always been a skinny-Minnie. I had a long hard time losing any pounds but finally got down to 155 where I plateaued and couldn’t move it one pound below — for years. I was still hanging onto a stack of jeans and other …
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PublishedMay 6, 2021
Morning in Maine country
Wood stove chasing off the morning chill, sun breaking through the white pines, watching the little red squirrel’s frustrated attempts to get at the seed in the bird feeders (I FINALLY have them “proofed”) watching the gold and purple finches flit from feeder to feeder… Morning in Maine. You can have your phony life in your multimillion-dollar Fifth Avenue penthouses. You can’t walk out, barefoot on the grass, …
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PublishedApril 22, 2021
My new old oven
Goodwill is a dangerous store. I wish it weren’t so handily located, so easy to drop in and “just look” to see what might have come in while at the same time reminding yourself that you only going to look and not buy because you have no need of anything nor room for anything else in the house. My Grammie Tucker used to say: “It isn’t a bargain if you don’t need it.” She also knew the difference between a “need” …
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