I’ve published a story about lobstering. One is forthcoming about farming potatoes. And I’m writing one about maple sugaring now. I have written about clams, about building stone walls, and about chopping down trees. One by one I seem to be fictionalizing the full range of New England’s traditional industries (I’m coming for you, Irish Moss!). But none of those stories actually name their setting in any specific way. Huh.

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