Life by the sea, one postcard at a time.
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First Morning on the Porch
If I’d known the ocean could sound like this, I might have come sooner.Back home in Pine Mountain, the mornings are all about the soft hum of cicadas, the thud of someone’s screen door, and the occasional crowing rooster who…
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The Long Road North
The thing about road trips is they rarely feel like the movies. Nobody bursts into song at the state line, the gas stations don’t always have clean bathrooms, and the miles stretch on longer than you think they should. And…
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Weekly Postcard: The Road to Maine
Dear friends, The miles between here and there stretch longer than I ever imagined. I’ve watched pine forests give way to mountains, farmland, then rivers and bridges that seemed to go on forever. Each state brought its own rhythm —…
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Packing for a Place I’ve Never Been
I’ve always thought of myself as a decent packer. Church retreats? I could fit three days of clothes, a Bible, a quilt, and a tin of brownies into one rolling suitcase. Family vacations? I was the one who remembered the…
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Why I’m Leaving Georgia (for Now)
If you’d asked me a year ago if I’d ever leave Georgia, I would have laughed, the kind of laugh you only give when you’re sure of yourself. Georgia is home. It has been for as long as I can…
Southern by birth, coastal by choice. After a lifetime in Georgia, Maribeth traded pine trees for salt air and now calls the harbor town of Willowford, Maine her home. From her porch at Gull’s View Cottage, she shares weekly postcards, small-town stories, and the lessons of beginning again in midlife.