Category: From the Editor
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Winter 2026
You may have noticed that this issue is coming out late. Our “Winter” issue is now firmly into spring time, just like how our last summer issue came out after Labor Day. We’ve also stopped our usual print run that we were able to do when we first starting publishing. I love this magazine and…
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Summer 2025
This summer, I got a plot in my town’s community garden and I decided to use it to grow dry beans. I grow them every year, but I never seem to get enough to make the recipes I want to, something like baked beans or a nice soup. The plants usually end up getting eaten…
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Winter 2025
It’s been a long winter—cold, snowy, windy—and its a bit of a shock after the mild winters of the last few years. I’ve spent a lot of time inside and I’m starting to get a little bit of cabin fever, and that’s before I even start to think about the current state of affairs in…
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Summer 2024
In January, my wife and I welcomed our daughter into the world. After months of anticipation, our lives completely changed for the better with her arrival. With my new fatherly duties, I wasn’t sure I would have time for Atlantic Northeast anymore. I didn’t know how I would balance diaper changes, feedings, tummy time, and…
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Winter 2024
When Atlantic Northeast started, I wasn’t sure that we’d get one issue out, which is why I am thrilled to present to you our third. It is the one-year anniversary of the magazine, and we’ve come a long way since the beginning. Our following has grown and more people are reading and enjoying the work…
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Summer 2023
There’s a Wilco song that’s first line is “maybe the sun will shine today, the clouds will blow away.” That’s a little bit like what this summer has felt like so far. There’s been wildfires in eastern Canada casting a haze over the entire region, catastrophic flooding in Vermont and New York, and what seems…
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Winter 2023
Whenever it’s snowing, I make a point to take a walk. No matter how bad the storm is, I put on my boots and go for a stroll. I like being in the middle of it, feeling the cold, watching it pile up on the cars and yards in my neighborhood. After the snow stops…
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