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About Everett Crane

I write from the quiet corners of the world—window seats on rainy days, bus stops at dusk, and kitchen tables that still smell faintly of coffee. My name is Everett Crane, and this blog is where I gather thoughts that don’t quite fit anywhere else.

I grew up in Craftsbury, Vermont, where snow came early and lingered like a polite guest. These days, I live in a small saltbox house above Perkins Cove, Maine. There’s salt in the air, wind in the windows, and always something half-remembered drifting just offshore.

This space is my notebook in the open: a place for reflections, detours, unsent letters, and the small wisdoms that float up in quiet moments. You won’t find grand conclusions here—just honest questions, quiet observations, and the occasional story about losing my grocery list or talking to seagulls.

If any of it feels familiar, then you’re already part of the conversation.

— Everett