In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. One of the great things about growing up in Maine is the sense of community. When I was in middle school, the school […]
If there's anything worse than excessive spending, it's excessive debt
College shouldn’t be an ivory tower apart from the world.
Notes from a Corner of the Country