Dorothy Maywood Bird

She started writing in her later years, and her books—of which

Granite Harbor

was one title—are reminiscences of her growing up years in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

“This couldn’t be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice.”