Down East Magazine
Making it in Maine - Nothin' But a Gi Thing
When the Crown Prince of Abu Dhabi invited him to compete in the world’s largest jiu-jitsu competition in 2012, Pete Roberts had no idea the invite would turn him into a garment manufacturer.
“Everyone has moments that send you one way instead of another,” says the 37-year-old native of New Sharon, outside Farmington. “I had mine in Abu Dhabi.”
Someone You Know: Ron
It isn’t common for someone to know from a young age just how they want to spend their time and energy in the world. It’s a question that most people spend their entire lives trying to figure out and when they finally come to their conclusion it is usually far from what they may have said as a kindergartner.
Living in Poverty: "We bleed red"
JAY - A beat-up car comes rolling into the parking lot and finds a spot not far from Unit 9. Two girls, who could be twins, wrestle out of the back seat and begin unloading groceries.
"Bring the milk in the house. And then do your chores," The girls' mother, Meghan Johnson directs.
The girls pretend to be shy, hiding behind one another, and trudge into the house dutifully. Meghan lights up a cigarette and leans against the back of the car, apologizing for being late. She was doing a grocery run with her sister and had to bring her home. She lost track of time.
I didn’t feel culture shock until I came home
I was 22 when I went to Tanzania. I was fresh out of college, slowly realizing more of the real world with each morning I woke. It felt like walking through the woods after winter thaws, when your boots keep getting sucked down into the mud. My days kept moving forward but my feet were slow to follow.
Drag Your Neighbor
The Drag Your Neighbor competition kicked up clouds of dust Wednesday night, despite a previous postponement due to a soggy track and a water truck running between races. The third annual competition held during Farmington Fair week drew hundreds of spectators - both in the stadium seating as well as on the hoods and tailgates of vehicles.
UMF student outruns bears
FARMINGTON - A student at the University of Maine at Farmington has made national news for outrunning a pair of black bears that charged him during a recent morning run.
Moninda Marube, a marathon runner from Kenya, has lived in Auburn with his host family for the past five years. Each morning, the dedicated runner wakes up, goes through his meditation routine, and leaves the house by 5 a.m. Two weeks ago, he left the house for his morning training, expecting nothing unusual.
Where do we draw the line between traveling fearlessly and listening to our guts?
Seven years ago this spring, I was on a 22-hour flight back to New York City. I’d spent the majority of the winter living in M’Sangani, Tanzania, where I was the only white person for miles, only a few people spoke English, and I lived completely off the grid. Now, in my thirtieth year of life, now a mother, a wife and a settled homeowner, I find myself thinking a lot about M’Sangani.
The Sun Journal
A hidden gem
Driving out Intervale Road it is easy to convince yourself that you may have passed Temple Stream Theater. “Keep going! Just after the little red schoolhouse. Through a tunnel of pines. Smells good tonight!” A cheerful dog walker explained when asked for directions. The little red school house appeared in the distance and soon after passing it, the pines tunneled.
Maine the Way
In the pictures we are always fat, naked babies, squinting up into the sun, oversized hats knotted under our chins. We are plopped on the gravelly beach, clutching fistfuls of pebbles and dirt, or we are standing ankle deep in the lake, staring at clouds of fish hung around our toes. The light is always some shade of gold, tinting it all with a precious value.
In the videos we are always busy: rock hopping along the shore with our plastic nets and buckets, explaining to the camera the best way to catch a grasshopper, running across the front lawn with sparklers snapping over our heads. We are a constant energy, even when curled on one adult lap or another, under a blanket dotted with zebras, in a rocking chair just barely missing somebody's toes- we exhale the energy of childhood like steam rising from the lake.