Stone Gables is the name of an English Tudor-style home perched on a granite ledge in Cape Elizabeth. As perhaps befits a windswept, ocean-side property with such a name, the house has a bit of the feel of the manor and comes complete with, if not a sweeping saga, an interesting history.
Ken Schiano remembers Mary Ann Carey first approaching QA13 Architects, the Bangor firm that he and his wife Paula Beall run, with a peculiar request.
How green can you go?
The fast-talking, gravelly voiced art broker might have, on any given day, a Sir Joshua Reynolds painting in the foyer of his home while a duffel bag packed with a black-and-gold bikini and knee-high boots waits upstairs for his next match.
Linda Greenlaw isn't exactly the sort of person you'd expect to write a cookbook.
... a last-chance-this-year picnic on an island just off the coast.
Christel didn't think she'd ordered fried chicken and biscuits, but that's what the waiter brought.
The difference between restaurants that fail and those that succeed are the ones that fail close.
The chef's culinary roots are ... well, honey-glazed doughnuts.
Thomas Mann’s directive in “The Magic Mountain” couldn’t be clearer: The heady pleasures of the high mountains are all well and good, but sooner or later, you have to descend to the flat lands and begin your real life.
My first day in Saratoga Springs was characteristically grand: I was led up the stairs of a 55-room mansion and told to make myself at home in a tower studio, complete with a prayer closet and bust of the Madonna.
Nothing gives you the No Chair in the Great Musical Chairs Game of Life quite like being a Jew on Christmas Day.
When I drive from my home in mid-Maine to the coast, I pass a dilapidated chicken barn that never fails to affect me.
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