Articles by Erin Donovan

 
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Pedicure, panic and grandmotherly care

By Erin Donovan on March 14, 2015, at 2:17 p.m.
My grandmother, who is 93 years old, believes in living a little dangerously, which is why she does things such as have her toenails painted electric purple. She is proud of her audaciously painted nails, smug about them even. I’m certain she has peeled off her pantyhose to show the …
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Erin Donovan

Valentine’s, schmalentines

By Erin Donovan on Feb. 15, 2015, at 6:02 a.m.
It is possible that I have never given a Valentine’s Day gift before. If it makes everyone feel better, I can’t recall having received one, either. I’m sure I did because I would have expressly indicated in my durable power of attorney to have “Obviously the biggest loser and not …
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A general view of the Vince Lombardi Trophy and helmets for the Seattle Seahawks and New England Patriots during a press conference for Super Bowl XLIX at Phoenix Convention Center.

The super what?

By Erin Donovan on Jan. 31, 2015, at 12:20 p.m.
People have mixed opinions about my complete disregard for sports. Those who know of my role as the first-born child to a professional baseball player tend to find it endearing but in a pitiable way, like I’m the apple that fell far from the tree and rolled down the hill …
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While the stars bake, Mainers freeze

By Erin Donovan on Jan. 17, 2015, at 12:59 p.m.
I read in the rags that the Golden Globes were a hotter-than-usual affair, and that was not a nod to the fashions but rather that the stars were shvitzing in their stilettos. The press rolled out shot after shot of celebrities fanning themselves in the ballroom of the Beverly Hills …
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The freedom to write

By Erin Donovan, Special to the BDN on Jan. 10, 2015, at 12:23 p.m.
I still remember the day I was told that I had some talent at writing. I was in the dormitory mailroom to see if my mother had sent me one of the care packages my brother seemed to receive daily at his university. “Any packages for me?” I asked, unable …
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Single gals and tree disposal

By Erin Donovan on Jan. 03, 2015, at 3:08 p.m.
People really worry about us single gals over the holidays. We garner some concern during the other days of the year, but we really make eyebrows furrow with worry during the glut of festivities that roll out in December. The humdrum triflings, like, “Do you need some carpooling?” get ratcheted …
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Oh, Christmas brie!

By Erin Donovan on Dec. 28, 2014, at 2:28 p.m.
Editor’s note: Hope you are enjoying your holidays. BDN columnist Erin Donovan penned this fun parody song, and we thought it might give you a smile. It gave us one. Oh, Christmas Brie, oh, Christmas Brie, How steadfast are your calories! The spongy cream in moldy rind. All through the …
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Erin Donovan

From Elf on the Shelf to drinking egg nog, holiday traditions passed down

By Erin Donovan on Dec. 20, 2014, at 12:36 p.m.
When facing the advent of a new year, people tend to want to look forward, to illuminate the possibilities of the future. It’s an about-face from the weeks prior, a time bookended by Thanksgiving and Christmas, which forces us all to examine our past and — if we’re really unlucky …
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To all a good night

By Erin Donovan on Dec. 13, 2014, at 12:11 p.m.
What is that, my child? Why have you never seen me kissing Santa Claus? That is your question? That is your question at twenty-two past ten, after keeping me here for seventeen book readings and one prayer to God that lasted longer than a Meatloaf song despite the fact you …
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A lifetime of obscure jobs and walking away from the dream job

By Erin Donovan on Dec. 06, 2014, at 8:56 a.m.
I’ve always had weird jobs. From the outset of my working existence, I took strange gigs other people didn’t want. As a teenager, I worked on boat docks on the Lake of the Ozarks, pumping gas into speed boats and running fritters from the kitchen to the sunburned hands of …
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A real mom look at the morning scramble

By Erin Donovan on Nov. 29, 2014, at 9:25 a.m.
You may have stumbled across the Forbes magazine article that described the morning routines of 12 female leaders last week. Or maybe you didn’t because your own morning routine doesn’t involve trolling Facebook, slack-jawed over the twice-baked potatoes your bunkmate from summer camp 20 years ago made for her kids’ …
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The first Thanksgiving hasn’t got anything on this one

By Erin Donovan on Nov. 23, 2014, at 1:31 p.m.
Some of you may recall this story, while others will read it for the first time. This is the tale of my first venture to Maine. Since it happened at Thanksgiving, it feels right to share it now. Thanksgiving of 1621 was a minor feat compared to the one of …
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What to do in the wake of a major snowstorm

By Erin Donovan on Nov. 09, 2014, at 9:42 a.m.
Trick-or-treating on Halloween inevitably becomes the backdrop for much reflection about my childhood and the ways it differed from that of my children. I can recall dressing in any variation of cast-off dance recital costumes and joining my brother, who had done the same with sporting uniforms, to spend the …
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A most painful breakup — with cable

By Erin Donovan on Oct. 24, 2014, at 1:58 p.m.
It was long ago decided within the cabal of my level-headed family members that big, ground-shaking, life-plundering decisions should never ever be entrusted to me. Under no circumstances should I be the one to shine the light on matters of right and wrong, nor should I be entrusted to pull …
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You need to go to school

By Erin Donovan on Oct. 12, 2014, at 11:56 a.m.
I like to think of myself as a kid who liked school. It’s likely that I prefer the trappings that come with being the sort of kid who liked school: I like the assumptions that I carried a backpack laden with books and that I used my calculator for good …
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On the right side of the fence in Maine

By Erin Donovan on Oct. 05, 2014, at 1:18 p.m.
Growing up in a state that was not Maine, my perception of Maine was that it was a place people only went to for two things: summer camps and weddings. Then I moved to Maine in the summer of 2005 with my then-husband — and we moved right back to …
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A bit frustrated and lost, Mesha MacGowen rejoined her sister, and the two emerged from the labyrinth just before dark.

I will die in this corn maze

By Erin Donovan on Sept. 28, 2014, at 7:14 a.m.
We came to the labyrinth of grain aboard a wooden chariot littered with hay and pulled by a sturdy tractor that made a pleasing rumble as it crawled past the fields of pumpkins and the stand of apple trees. The kids — thrilled at each muddy pothole — and I …
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Lessons from dad

By Erin Donovan on Sept. 21, 2014, at 9:42 a.m.
My dad always spoke in bumper sticker while I was growing up. Time-tested, Irish Catholic-saturated maxims, like “the believer is happy, the doubter is wise,” were constantly proclaimed with a sobering voice and a proud finger in the air, as though it were the antenna through which he was receiving …
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Feeling the summertime sadness

By Erin Donovan on Sept. 07, 2014, at 10:11 a.m.
I’m a real darling of summer. You wouldn’t know it to glimpse my skin, which remains as translucent in August as it does in February, or to take stock of my beach attire, which is decidedly “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman.” Alas, I am. I love summer, and summer loves me. …
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Glimpsing the good of the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

By Erin Donovan on Aug. 31, 2014, at 6:03 a.m.
At first I was relieved that I wasn’t nominated to take the Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis Ice Bucket Challenge. I don’t like subjecting myself to even mild discomfort, which I assumed to be widely known amongst my friends and figured the basis for their not inviting me to participate. Then my …