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Only one way through it
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Nov 05I concede. Winter has a foothold. No way to stop it. The only around it is straight through it. This is the time of year when I start concentrating...
And his name is Malachi
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Oct 08Full circle. My fifth great-grandchild, Malachi, arrived this summer as the firstborn to parents who are over-the-moon in love with him. Over 20 ...
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Chin back
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Aug 28The older I get, the more I find out how much I don't know, especially little things that are so simple I wonder how did I get this old and not ...
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Dirt walker
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jul 30I've been a dirt walker all my life. To me, all shoes are for is to keep your feet warm and safe from man-made surfaces and snow. Of course, as a ...
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One-stop shopping
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jul 02I may not be able to go home again, but I can see it from here. Thoreau's admonition to "Simplify, simplify" comes to mind in the grocery store ...
A 2020 version of World War II's 'Victory Garden'
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - May 28This spring's new "crop" around the county is raised beds. Along with all the craziness we've been dealing with this spring, the empty shelves of ...
The powerless life
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Apr 30When major storms hit us, especially if they bring down the power lines, my mind goes back to the little farm tucked into 500 acres of Maine's ...
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We can do this
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Apr 02Well here we all are — together as it were — separately in our homes in the greatest shutdown of the world ever known. Many are temporarily out of ...
Don’t touch that…
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Mar 05Germs, germs, germs. What is the "germiest" thing in your house? Clue. Wherever you go, there it is. It's at the end of your arms. It's your ...
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Frying pan biscuits
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Feb 07Made Grammie Tucker's famous and fluffy buttermilk biscuits this morning. Baked 'em in one of my hundred-plus-year-old cast-iron fry pans. (These ...
Cursive, a new code?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Oct 22Going through some old boxes, I found a package of letters that I had written my mother when I was in second grade. They were in cursive. Cursive ...
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Belly breathers
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Sep 24I'm a "shallow breather." Not good. Babies take their first breaths, typically, between great squalls of what seem like protests from being ...
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Maine's wild 'vision-fruit'
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Aug 13My favorite way to eat our wild blueberries is "neat." They're smaller than the high bush and cultivated but are so much sweeter. They're great ...
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Slugs and ticks
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jul 16As for slugs, this is the first year for many years that I've seen an onslaught of them. This is a creature that really has no redeeming features. ...
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Too many 'everythings'
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jun 18After eight-plus decades of living all over the country from the North Woods of Maine on the Tucker Farm, where I was raised by my Grampa Roy and ...
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A food-independent state?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - May 14One thing this whole “shelter in place” debacle has showed us, if we stopped to recognize it, is that we spend a lot of money on things we could ...
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'Don’t pull at those knots, Marion'
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Apr 16Well. That happened. The blizzard out of nowhere. Hardly a typical April storm. The whole state was already sheltered-in-place and then the lights ...
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The sky, the sky!
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Mar 19As of this writing, we now have a whole three cases of “The Virus” recognized in our state. The sky is falling.... Meanwhile, as of a week ago, ...
Weather fore art thou?
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Feb 20Looking at weather reports on Accuweather, aka "hardly ever accurate weather," and NOAH along with the newscasts, it's a guessing game as to ...
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I am not a grouper
By Marion Tucker-Honeycutt - Jan 24Stumbled upon a photo of a long line of Jeeps/people bumper-to-bumper trailing through a Maine forest road. The caption read: “One of the million ...
