Open letter

I was flying back to Maine from Nashville and unfortunately got the middle seat. After I fell asleep, I was woken up by a terrible smell. I thought somebody had pooped their pants.

Maine doesn't deserve this level of disrespect. Keep our state clean.

This was just not cool.

Some people are just wild, man. In a theater, you're gonna try to pull THIS off?!

You really got super defensive for ZERO reason.

Let me start by saying this is in no way directed at people who redeem their scratchies, buy a couple more and go on their way.

Please read this.

It is incredible to me that people can be so careless with other people's belongings in a parking lot. I'm not going to call out what this person looked like or where it was, but this situation I witnessed last night just doesn't sit well.

Here's a great example of how chivalry is not dead. I think I can categorize this story under chivalrous? Either way, this showed me that people do still have it in them to make a connection with a stranger in person instead of on the phone.

Littering went out in the 1980's. However, some are still okay with this illegal act.

Parking can be frustrating. We have all been there. But it should never be frustrating enough to a point that you think it's OK to wreck somebody else's car because you can't control your anger. Right?

In the middle of nowhere Maine, alone, and desperately trying to find any type of back road with a run-down gas station to help finish the trip. That's when this unexpected hero showed up.

A simple fill-up for this Maine woman turned into a nightmare situation when this man decided to cross the line. Here's her open letter to that man.

There's a dangerous trend sweeping our streets that needs to be eradicated. People need to understand how a yield sign actually works.

It's not all happiness and celebration during the holidays because so many of us are heartbroken with the constant reminders of what we once had during this time of year. I too struggle during the holidays but this is what I do.

I commute to work very early in the morning before even the sun has thought about peeping it's head up from behind the horizon. This also means that I leave for work before a lot of traffic has made it's way onto the local roadways for the hustle and bustle of the morning commute...