Stranger Than Fiction
Daniel Dunkle writes a weekly humor column called "Stranger Than Fiction" about his life as a journalist, husband and father.
He lives in Rockland, Maine with his wife, Christine, his 11-year-old son, Wesley, and his 7-year-old daughter, Samantha.
He is news editor for Courier Publications.
Dunkle has lived in Rockland since 1998 when he was hired as a reporter for The Courier-Gazette. From 2004 to 2008, he was the editor of The Republican Journal in Belfast. He also served for a year as the editor of The Waldo Independent.
His columns and movie reviews have appeared in local newspapers for several years.
You can e-mail him at ddunkle@courierpublicationsllc.com.
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40 black balloons go by
By Daniel Dunkle - Feb 15I sat in my office holding a black balloon, trying to remember the quiet way to let the air out. Copy Editor Kim, one of the co-conspirators, told ...
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If only...
By Daniel Dunkle - Jan 18At some point in the coming days or weeks or months, Rockland city leaders, police and school officials are expected to meet to talk about ways to ...
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All the best things
By Daniel Dunkle - Dec 20There was an older man in line in front of me at the Owls Head church supper. I had never met him before, so he grinned and stuck out his hand to ...
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Down in front
By Daniel Dunkle - Nov 29This always happens. Wesley and I get to the movie theater early, pick out our seats and settle in to see “Life of Pi” in 3-D. When we arrive, no ...
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Sweating the small stuff election week
By Daniel Dunkle - Nov 15It’s been an interesting, amazing, exciting, exhausting, crazy week. Last Tuesday was Election Day, as you know. Half of you, so happy to have it ...
The girl in the Rocket 88
By Daniel Dunkle - Nov 02One of the fun things I get to do at work each week is pick out a history photo for the editorial page. When we first opened the newspaper back up ...
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In stitches
By Daniel Dunkle - Oct 18It's almost Halloween, so I think I can get away with telling you a kind of scary story. But be warned, those who venture beyond this hackneyed ...
A stone for Cleo
By Daniel Dunkle - Jul 05I was walking down my road a few weeks ago just after dark. "Cleo?" I called for my little black cat. I would cluck my tongue and make little ...
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The day the lights went out in Rockland
By Daniel Dunkle - May 17Even though it was a Saturday, I had a lot to do for the newspaper. I had scheduled myself for weekend duty because Saturday night was the big ...
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Not for all the tea in Portland
By Daniel Dunkle - May 03"Would you like a free sample?" I was ambling along in the Portland Mall when I heard these words, and my mind conjured all kinds of tasty ...
Papa's garage
By Daniel Dunkle - Jan 31One of my earliest memories is Uncle Peter tearing across the lawn behind the parsonage where my grandfather lived back in the late '70s. This was ...
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Winter like the old days
By Daniel Dunkle - Jan 03When I stepped out the door and almost slipped down the steps, I could see that this was a real winter. In recent years, people have talked a lot ...
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Powerball fever
By Daniel Dunkle - Dec 06I don't usually buy lottery tickets. I remember watching my old man go through this when I was a kid. Dad had set numbers that he played each ...
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The crime scene
By Daniel Dunkle - Nov 23When I come home from work some nights, I feel like one of those investigators from CSI. I can essentially piece together what has gone down at ...
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How to survive a 7-year-old's birthday party
By Daniel Dunkle - Nov 09When grownups arrive at their friends' homes, unless they are in a reality TV program, it would typically be viewed as strange for them to throw ...
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Memory lane
By Daniel Dunkle - Oct 26I sat with the car idling in front of a stranger's house for the longest time, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. There was a little patch ...
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Rockland — it's not just pretty on the outside
By Daniel Dunkle - Jul 12In the winter, when the sky is gray day after day and the cold aches in my bones, I ask Christine why we can't move to some tropical island. Even ...
Blame it on the big dig
By Daniel Dunkle - May 31Whenever Christine or I get back from the store, we say, “Did you remember to get the...” and then mention the one thing we forgot to get. It's ...
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The dance of the dead squirrel
By Daniel Dunkle - May 09The first step toward freedom is finding your voice. That's what I've learned from my cat, Spazzy McSpazitron (A.K.A., Cleo Catra). The other day, ...
Talk to the paw
By Daniel Dunkle - Apr 26Last week, about this time, I was sitting right here at the computer writing about unplugging my bathroom drain. While this was a somewhat modest ...


























