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Maine was no place to be homeless . . . not that any state was ideal for it.

“This is what families do, sweetheart. They drop everything and show up when it counts the most.”

Marit just wanted to make a living doing something she loved, the same way everyone else did. Being on the water made her feel at home. The repetitive motions of hauling pots, banding lobsters, rebaiting the pots, and throwing them back overboard were soothing to her. Her mind could wander if she wished, or she could simply be in the moment with the water and the work.

One of the good things about being so short was that she also wasn’t very heavy.

It was supposed to be a sunny day, but the weather was known to be unpredictable here on the coast of Maine. It was as if even the weather was weeping because Marit was missing.

Any woman who can make it as a lobsterwoman isn’t going down without a fight. Don’t you disrespect her by giving up on her.

four turkeys, which seemed like extreme overkill to Marit. But then again, she supposed four adult men could probably eat a lot of food.

We’re all a little broken inside, for different reasons. But we’re stronger together than apart.

Even when I was in the Navy, on a ship full of people, working with the other sailors in the galley, I felt alone. Everyone was doing their own thing, in their own world. Having your stuff in my place, mixed with mine, tripping over your boots . . . it reminds me that I’m not alone. That you’re here.

Zach is 6’ 6”.