Mark LaFlamme writes about a Mother’s Day incident for an Auburn mom and her daughter that offered petals and thorns.
Mark LaFlamme
The old man and the nagging phone alerts | Column
Writer Mark LaFlamme’s prayers have been met, but he still has needs, including drier weather and a motorcycle assistant.
Are people really leaving Lewiston in droves? | Column
Mark LaFlamme writes that for the first time in his 30-plus years in Lewiston, he believes people when they say they don’t want to live here any more.
Rampaging terrors in Lewiston and in the wilds | Column
A Simone’s hot dog and a new rear end balance out all the bad roads, missing tea and demonic buildings out there, writes Mark LaFlamme.
In Lewiston, a dollar store dilemma becomes an exercise in decency | Column
Mark LaFlamme got the feeling that the man he saw at the Dollar Tree was there specifically for the things he needed to survive this one day. But was he?
I’m not paranoid. They really ARE out to get me | Column
If you spot an overloaded truck on a rural road and the driver is eating chocolate graham crackers and hanging out, Mark LaFlamme would like to hear from you.
In a career covering Maine fires, this reporter has seen how much they can take away | Column
Mark LaFlamme has been to many fires. Too many. He knows fire doesn’t just take the things you need for safety and comfort, it will greedily consume the things you cherish and your past.
My family tree, a runaway flip-flop and the outrage at Cumby’s (not really) | Column
Mark LaFlamme takes a moment to ponder lost clothing, the family tree, and majestic county toilets.
Getting my pound of flesh while losing various underthings | Column
Mark LaFlamme opens up about last week’s numerous embarrassing moments, though he did snag a gargantuan roaster at Market Basket.
A daring escape from the Shaw’s parking lot. Plus bonus weather gripes | Column
Mark LaFlamme needs a Yogi Soothing Caramel Bedtime tea fix now, before the chocolate graham cracker flashbacks start.