SectionsEpaperSportsRed SoxPatriotsCelticsBruinsHigh SchoolsCollegesWomen's SportsTV & RadioMetroWeatherPoliticsTransportationEducationCambridge & SomervilleAround Mass.InvestigationsObituariesDeath NoticesGames & PuzzlesAlignCrosswordMini CrosswordKenKenSudokuWord FlowerHoroscopesBusinessTechnologyEconomyHousingReal EstateBiotechThe Fine PrintBold TypesPoliticsMoney, Power, InequalityClimateSpotlightOpinionIdeasColumns and Op-edsEditorialsLettersCartoonsSay More podcastCollege TownNew HampshireBusinessPoliticsEducationCrimeHealthCommentaryRhode IslandThings to DoRhode Island PodcastRI Food & DiningPoliticsBusinessArtsCrimeWorldCOVIDGlobe MagazineThe Big DayDinner with CupidPerspectiveConnectionsLifestyleA Beautiful ResistanceFood & DiningComicsGamesTravelPop CultureRelationshipsLove LettersReal EstateArtsBooksMoviesMusicTVVisual ArtsPerforming ArtsCarsReal EstateEventsShare a News Tip or Story IdeaSearchPodcasts email Created with Sketch. NewslettersMoreMetroWeatherPoliticsSportsBusinessPuzzlesRhode IslandGlobe MagazineOpinionHealth careArtsLifestyleEducationCambridge & SomervilleMoney, Power, InequalitySpotlightTechnologyClimateCarsReal EstateEventsStrider’s climbHe has traveled so far, from near-fatal abuse to here, invisible among Maine’s poorest, in the care of grandparents who have little left to give but love — and just enough of that. Yet somehow Strider is climbing. ( Read the story )CaptionStrider reached to grab a sapling, revealing a scar that snaked up his stomach and a dimple that marked the place where a feeding tube had once been. He was climbing a tree at the first of several campgrounds that would be home for his family over the summer. (Jessica Rinaldi)1 of 30 Share on Pinterest
