by Lillian Lake | | Farms, Food
First Published in Franklin Journal I remember with fondness, picking strawberries with mom, out behind the Cannery in Farmington, Maine. As a little girl, everything seemed ginormous. Those fields bordering the Sandy River were no exception. They seemed endless and...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Food
One of the best things about writing about food is visiting places where I get to eat and drink coffee. Recently, I visited Dovey’s Kitchen in Industry, Maine at the head of Clearwater Lake. It’s a version of a country mom and pop store. The owners, Phil and Dovey...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Spiritual
My facebook and twitter feed has been seeded with reflections on the Orlando shooting. There have been expressions of anger and hatred; excuses for each side’s justification and judgement; as well as calls for openness and shining love and light on that which...
by Lillian Lake | | Building Community, Food
First published in Franklin Journal “Let’s meet at Carsley’s in 25 years” Barb, my longtime, school friend, penned in my yearbook. Our still enduring friendship started when her family moved to New Vineyard, Maine. We both came from family’s who were “from away”, a...
by Lillian Lake | | Spiritual
I was listening to Collette Baron-Reid one day and she said “our stories get suction-cupped to our face”. Yes! People who know pieces of our personal story, see us as that story and stop there.Worse, they create stories for us, about us and this becomes...
