Things are quiet here – until you begin to listen!
By Betsy Bowen on Mar 18, 2011 in This Literary Life | 0 Comments
March in Spring Bear‘s Soper’s Mills is pretty much like March in Dover-Foxcroft, Guilford or Milo — snow’s melting, roads are muddy, flu season’s on the wane, and it sure feels good to get outside. The time had come to bring Spring Bear home. The Thompson Free Library booked me into a comfy B&B in [...]
A life journey of many decades led me to a place in my imagination named Soper’s Mills, where the people who live there are not ‘fast food.’ They are your mother’s meatloaf – baked in a woodstove, with gravy like nobody else makes, garden vegetables – you can’t get it anywhere else. Not in a million years. I love these people and I love writing about them. [ read on ]
