This story, as told to one mother by another, is a hard one to write. Who does not love a feel-good story, one that makes you stop and smile or become teary-eyed with utter happiness? Then there are the hard-to-hear stories, the ones that reach in and crush your soul, the ones that keep you up at night, the ones that need to be written and very much need to be read. The ones that teach us a lesson and we never forget.

Writing articles for The Lincoln County News is both a rewarding and a difficult task. You might think that crafting perfect sentences and constructing flowing prose can’t be all that difficult. Everyone knows how to talk, and writing is just “talking” presented in hard copy, right?

Once again the flags are flying high and proud in the village for Memorial Day and the summer season. Thank you to B.J. for hanging them. He has a plan to get at least eight more so that they are hanging from most of the poles at both ends of the town.

After a very high wind microburst on Sunday, the old horse chestnut tree on the lawn of the house that Paul and Shari Cunningham used to own on Anchor Inn Road decided to give up the good fight and over it went. Luckily it fell across the road and not on the home.

Well folks, got a good one for ya this week. Being like most men, I hate to shop. If I need something, I go buy it, and I’m done. I don’t need to look at 10 of a certain item to pick out the one I want!

Greetings, dear readers! Your “Marilyn Beane’s World” columnist is here with another week of news about my life at Windward Gardens in Camden.

This week’s column may earn me the title of curmudgeon or just another environmentalist trying to take away all of the fun. I don’t believe I am either, though, admittedly, as I age, I am more easily irritated by things such as incessantly barking dogs, and as readers know, I do love to write about the health of Biscay Pond, the flora and fauna, and just life as a year round resident on Biscay.

A few years back I was able to experience dinner at a local Grange hall because of my participation in a summer program sponsored by Maine Agriculture in the Classroom.

The beauty of a late spring has arrived as we come to the middle of May. I so often say that one has to stop and take the time to look around one’s area to see and enjoy all the new life coming forth.

As an animal lover, knowing that an animal wants to spend time near me feels like the equivalent of winning the lottery. I’m that person who will go to a party and hang out with the dog. I’m far more comfortable around animals than humans, so if an animal chooses to spend time with me as opposed to other nearby humans, well, I can’t think of any greater honor.