I’m a Mainer: I was born and lived my first seventeen years in far northern Aroostook, The County. I earned my undergraduate degree in art from the University of Maine in Orono, then got a Masters in Social Work from New York University. I worked for five years as a psychotherapist and office director back in The County for Aroostook Mental Health Center. I built a house– with my own hands– weekends and vacations on mid-coast Deer Isle. I moved there to live full time in 1982 and opened a private practice in Blue Hill, a half hour from my Deer Isle home.

Island living in Maine is tough, particularly as a single. Ten years later, I moved to Tallahassee, Florida, and built a second private practice. Then I met my now-husband Drew on the infant Match.com in 1998 and moved again, to Vicksburg, Mississippi, while he finished out his career in Vicksburg as a researcher with the Army Corps of Engineers. Using our successful experience in the emerging Internet dating market as a base, I re-branded myself as a Romance Coach and developed an online business helping singles find partners using Internet dating sites.

When Drew retired, we decided to keep a southern base back in Tallahassee. We lived the summer half of the year in that same house I built on Deer Isle in mid-coast Maine. I made hand-dyed silk scarves, Drew built stained glass windows, and we set about teaching ourselves to write.

But 2020 and the Covid crisis brought about another change. Suddenly travel back and forth, even in our Airstream trailer, seemed too risky to attempt. So we stayed in (hot and humid) Tallahassee and looked for something different that would satisfy the Covid restrictions. More space, inside and out, plus a pool, seemed near perfection. We put our lovely Deer Isle home on the market. The real estate market in both places was hot, and we bought here and sold there in less than a month.

Now we are in Tallahasse full time. It works and we are happy. But the ending of such a wonderful experience of Maine island living was poignant, though it lives on in memories. And our writing.