Articles

Lia Purpura

POETRY-October 2011 Poem by Lia Purpura Edited by Gibson Fay-Leblanc Artwork by Charlotte Agell   “Binoculars” A bark of rust unpeels a length of pipe. Green scum thickens rainwater in a jar. Their realms enlarged, reframed, how various the jobs

Good Vibrations

WELLNESS-October 2011 By Genevieve Morgan Illustration by Jamie Hogan Energy Medicine: The Force is with you   Quick: What surrounds you all the time, but you can’t see, hear, taste, or smell it? For an energy healer, the answer is easy: it’s

Tu Casa, Portland

Posted on September 8, 2011 by Joe Ricchio Latin soap opera is far more entertaining when you can barely understand a single word. I reach this conclusion while quietly watching the television in Tu Casa’s dining room, sipping on a

Tulsi, Kittery

Posted on August 24, 2011by Joe Ricchio “We are keeping traditions alive while representing a new generation of Indian cooks.”Chef and co-owner Rajesh “Raj” Mandekar reveals his approach to changing the way most people view Indian cuisine.“We do not limit

A Curator’s Perspective: Edward Hopper’s Maine

SEE-September By Diana Tuite, exhibition co-curator July 15–October 16 Bowdoin College Museum of Art 9400 College Station, Brunswick bowdoin.edu/art-museum  Organized in association with the Whitney Museum of Art   During the nine summers Edward Hopper spent in Maine, he condensed

Tide Mill Farm

FEATURE- September 2011 By Chelsea Holden Baker Photographs Mark Yaggie A ninth-generation family farm is selling organic milk made in Maine. Did you know?   The story of Tide Mill Farm is an American story, a story of agrarian life,

Border Crossings

LOCATION-September 2011 By Sandy Lang Photographs by Peter Frank Edwards What difference could a little international boundary make? With passports in the glove box, we drive north for the weekend to see.   Finally off the interstate at the northbound

On the Presidential Trail

By Chelsea Holden Baker Photgraphs by C.A. Smith Photography A story of mountain biking, conservation, and a POTUS and his muddy secret service   Fit riders on burly bikes are whooshing through a forest of young hardwoods, scaling granite faces