Thirty years. Where does the time go? A couple of weeks ago, I took a seat on the patio at the Run of the Mill restaurant in Saco. It was a beautiful weekday afternoon, and the sun was slowly setting against the backdrop of old mill buildings struggling for new life in a new world. … Continue reading Ain’t nothin’ but a party

Our relationship has always been somewhat strained. There is an edge, a certain wariness. Something that neither of us talk about. Sometimes, we just struggle through it. But more often than not we just let it hang in the air, a cloud of mistrust, fear and the evolving realization that we are more alike than either of us … Continue reading A slow turning