People who work with their hands on land that their families have known for generations tend to develop a certain kind of stubbornness. That was the stubbornness…

Late October brings a certain type of cold along the Massachusetts coast that makes eating warm food seem more necessary than desirable. It is easier to understand…

On a Thursday morning, while standing on a functional dock somewhere along the coast of South Carolina, you notice something that shouldn’t be there: silence. No processing…

The picture of thousands of salmon moving through a frigid Norwegian pen while underwater cameras silently record their feeding habits, detect lice before they spread, and automatically…

You’ll hear some variation of the same grievance in every Maine coastal fishing town, whether it’s over coffee at the dock or while unloading catch in the…

Observing someone defend something they once attempted to destroy is particularly ironic. The irony in Washington seafood trade circles takes the form of the Seafood Import Monitoring…

The corner of Eighth Avenue in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, smells just like you would expect on a warm Saturday morning: salt, wet concrete, something living, and something…

The sound of a casserole dish being placed on a folded dish towel, the scent of something bubbling in the oven, and a grandmother who never once…