ESSAY-Nov/Dec 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “Man is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness from which he emerges and the infinity in which he is engulfed.” -Blaise Pascal  

  ESSAY-October 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always ourselves  we find in the sea.” -e.e. cummings

ESSAY-September 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.”                -Robert Louis Stevenson

ESSAY-August 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.”       -Henry David Thoreau

ESSAY-June 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.” -George Eliot The pitter-patter of paws on wood floors made its debut in our … Continue reading →

ESSAY-May 2009 by Rebecca Falzano A Maine free from winter’s clutch is mere folklore as I write this, a foreign experience to a newcomer who made the state home on the first day of winter. My belief in summer here … Continue reading →

ESSAY-April 2009 by Rebecca Falzano “One’s art goes as far and as deep as one’s love goes.” —Andrew Wyeth (1917–2009) With the buzz of cocktails and jazz from the mezzanine still fresh, I bounded down the steps of the Metropolitan … Continue reading →

ESSAY-March 2009 by Rebecca Falzano Stumbling across an old friend in a new place is one of the happiest comforts in life. The other night, at a pub down on Commercial Street, I got together with a friend I hadn’t … Continue reading →

ESSAY-JAN/FEB 2009 by Rebecca Falzano My journey from New York City to Maine happened by way of California—specifically somewhere between Yosemite National Park and the Pacific Coast Highway. I was on a two-week summer road trip with my boyfriend, and … Continue reading →

ESSAY – NOV/DEC 2008 by Joshua Bodwell “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places.” —Ernest Hemingway There is a field behind my parent’s home. Beyond the field there is a wide stone wall, and … Continue reading →