At the western edge of Great Bay, where the Squamscott River arrives from Exeter and the Lamprey from Newmarket, across the water from...

The building used to be called the Studio Restaurant (and, rumor has it, once sheltered a drug house). That sordid and likely apocryphal...

Here's a dirty little secret: I've never been to the Isles of Shoals. I love the ocean, love sailing ships and history, and yet I've...

Just North of Rochester, straddling the Spaulding Turnpike, sits Milton, NH, a onetime manufacturing center along the Salmon Falls River....

When I arrived at the University of New Hampshire as a freshman in fall 1993, the Wildcat hockey teams played in Lively Snively Arena, a...

The story of how passenger rail service returned to the Boston to Portland line is a long one, and I won't share it all here. Let's just...

The Sagamore Creek springs from the earth behind Peverly Hill and Banfield Roads in Portsmouth, and wends its way east past the Mirona...

A long day at the diamond with the boys yesterday reminded me forcefully of my own early experiences coaching youth baseball, more than...

Built in 1902, the Mount Washington Hotel is the granddaddy of the grand hotels that once dotted the New Hampshire in the 19th and early...

Talking about senior prom the other day got me thinking about...well, about junior prom. 25 years ago next month, we decked out the...

The first shots fired in the American Revolution weren't at Lexington and Concord in April of 1775. They happened four months earlier, in...

It was the fall of 1997. I had graduated from UNH in the spring, and was working for the Greater Seacoast United Way when one of the most...