Beach Walks
August 15, 2015 11:59 pmI’m a walker. When I’m in the City I walk my dog to and around Central Park every morning –... Read Story
I’m a walker. When I’m in the City I walk my dog to and around Central Park every morning –... Read Story
I never had a house in the Hamptons. Nor have I ever resided in Riverhead. I don’t have a manor... Read Story
Upon meeting someone new, “where are you from?” will inevitably come up. I have always skirted around this question... Read Story
Remarkable perhaps only to myself, I find that I have arrived at an age such that if you needed to... Read Story
Hi! My name is Asta and I am a 12-year old wire-haired fox terrier. Do you have an owner? I... Read Story
As long as I can remember the East End has drawn me to it like a huge magnet. Its seaside... Read Story
When my father moved from Manhattan’s Upper East Side to the East End of Long Island in the dead... Read Story
My birthday is around the corner. Birthdays often cause many to reflect on where one’s life is at the present... Read Story
It was a few days before Hurricane Sandy hit Long Island. My friend and I were on our way to... Read Story
I had always wanted to meet Larry Rivers. Many years ago, at a party at Bob Abrams’ loft, I saw... Read Story
I was born in Brooklyn, N.Y. and spent my formative years in Bay Ridge; moving to Long Island as a... Read Story
In the dead of winter amidst the dormant off season peculiar to high society’s most celebrated summer resort, sons of... Read Story
Nights pay out slow at the Tidewater. The little bar sits along an unloved stretch of Montauk Highway, a rattletrap... Read Story
At age fifteen, I was troubled. With undiagnosed, flagrant bipolar disorder, I masked my distractedness with contempt. For anything or... Read Story
I once claimed that I never spend time in church. A friend heard me say this and said, yeah you... Read Story
What on earth can Quogue, the crown jewel of the Un-Hamptons, have in common with the rural backwater of Nutbush,... Read Story
“I’m spending next week in the Hamptons. Do you want to come?”, my host Tim asked me. It was late... Read Story
What on earth can Quogue, the crown jewel of the Un-Hamptons, have in common with the rural backwater of Nutbush,... Read Story
Social Media is all consuming for those who don’t put time limits on contributions. But Instagram is one of those... Read Story
It was the middle of August, 1971. I was seventeen and had enjoyed a classic East End day off from... Read Story
Paparazzi was in front of the building and before the doorman could open the door they began shooting . The... Read Story
The story below is a 3 day window into the first of my two cycling trips across America for and with wounded soldiers.... Read Story
“You learn to lie a lot.” I let that comment sit for a moment, and noted in the next the... Read Story
Losing a parent is never easy. My mother passed unexpectedly. I was in my early 30’s pregnant with my first... Read Story
All is stillness and silence when you step onto the beach. Until you stop and watch and listen. Then everything... Read Story
I am not a good storyteller. I am not the life of the party. I am not that “guy” who... Read Story
When I was coming of age, my own unique bildungsroman in Sioux City, Iowa, my mother’s family used to talk... Read Story
He saunters through the backyard while the adults talk about money. A fifteen-year-old boy greets, with courtly eyes, the trees... Read Story
It was like this when the storm came. The birds evaporated into nothing. They had an aerial view of the... Read Story
Sensing a great opportunity for the whole East End as well as for myself, I signed on to assist the... Read Story
Prelude It has been said: “The nature of youth is that you do not know much.” I knew very... Read Story
The 4th of July parade in New Suffolk is a gloriously simple march each year. Observers unfold their chairs to... Read Story
My classmates and I grew up with the ocean. As children we learned to romp in the break and to... Read Story
I hate summer. Before you call me cynical, understand that my unwavering distaste comes from a sincere sense of loyalty... Read Story
You can see it most clearly in those places where sea, sky and land converge. Although “see” is not exactly... Read Story
When I was in the fourth grade I started playing the bassoon. What better instrument for a shy, awkward girl... Read Story
I wonder if it’s all an act. Watching people in “The Hamptons” as if they’re on a very long, expensive... Read Story
When I took a subtle right from Fireplace Road onto Gerard Drive in Springs, I could feel the tension leave... Read Story
Too many instances of getting knocked off my feet and pulled under the waves have rendered me not a beach... Read Story
It was mid-afternoon; the sweltering sun made Three Mile’s shallow green waters iridescent, creating twinkles so tremendous it seemed as... Read Story
That year, Michael invited us inside their house for the first time. He wanted to show us a Ninja Turtle... Read Story
I don’t remember the first time that I met Rick, but had I known how much our lives would intertwine... Read Story
DISCLAIMER: In the normal course of my writing, I am usually compelled to issue a disclaimer at the end of... Read Story
When I was 4-1/2 the family moved from Pittsburgh to Yonkers, NY. At 5:30 am on the day after we... Read Story
The tent was illuminated by the hissing Coleman lantern and two burner stove heating up the coffee. I was a... Read Story
I am not sure how the decision was made as to which restaurant we would dine one Saturday evening, whether... Read Story
The fix is always in. It has to be. Somebody is always wanting something that they simply aren’t fixed to... Read Story
A quote by Norman Mailer crossed my path today. I was in the bookstore in Sag Harbor, and a book... Read Story
As autumn light infiltrates the sky with the promise of the Perseid meteor showers and then September, my heart returns... Read Story
How objects are handed on is all about story-telling. I am giving you this because I love you. Or because... Read Story
“Watchtowers of the East – We welcome you, the element of air, the use of intellect. Watchtowers of the South... Read Story
I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, on a beach in Europe no less.... Read Story
Four is a wondrous age, a time when anything and everything is possible. I recollect passing half of... Read Story
They say that home is where you hang your hat. Although I may have hung my hat in Munich for... Read Story
You’re not the only one with a summer rental, reads the sign in the window of the J. Crew on... Read Story
It was my best friend’s birthday and she threw herself quite a party at bar d.b.a. in the East Village.... Read Story
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. —William Shakespeare On a steamy evening toward the end of August,... Read Story
Ideas and images of youth: dreams and visions to perform, create, uncertainty, then eventually heading off to the big city... Read Story
I’ve been going to Montauk since i was a child, my dad owned a fishing charter boat and kept it... Read Story
For some, “the Hamptons” evokes images of fast cars, pricey estates and excess. The naturalists among us think of the... Read Story
I decided to take a few days off from work to clean out my apartment having moved into with my... Read Story
This is my ritual. On Friday evenings I hop on my boat and head out to Shinnecock Inlet to watch... Read Story
If you’ve worked for years on women’s lifestyle sites, as I have, you know that in late afternoon it all... Read Story
It was love at first sight. We recognized it because it had happened years before. After Dale and I met... Read Story
How I got back home and how I got “Ready for me” … Are you ready for me? To be... Read Story
My dad is the kind of guy who pays for his dinner in conversation. When I was still young enough... Read Story
Since I was a young child, I’ve sailed with my family on my Dad’s charter fishing boat in the annual... Read Story
Each weekend, as my little terrier, Pip, and I board the Jitney, I am already the inhaling peace—a delicious... Read Story
Not too many summers ago, when I was pregnant with our fourth child, the man to whom I had entrusted... Read Story
There are always tears at horse shows. Usually this occurs as the riders exit the Short Stirrup or Children’s Hunter... Read Story
We were sailing offshore on a coastal passage from St Augustine, Florida to Sag Harbor, NY, aboard ALYAN. She... Read Story
The Prius bounced from pothole to pothole like a pinball, causing a dust storm. As Joy pulled up to the... Read Story
There’s a white house on the corner of Woods Lane and Main. Marked by window boxes consistently stocked with red... Read Story
She gazed up at me with a tiny black eye, tilting her iridescent head. I didn’t move. In my hand... Read Story
“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its... Read Story
“You from around here?” An oft asked question that reflects the sense of place that defines us. An answer appears... Read Story
As Anne and I enter Erik’s, we are met by the cheerful owner wearing a baseball cap, “What can I... Read Story
Many years ago while rummaging through my mothers’ dining room curio cabinet I came across a package of napkins. Wrapped... Read Story
Throughout my life, starting when I was five there was always a time when I had a cat. It wasn’t... Read Story
Frolicking care free through the back yard filled with honey suckles and butterflies while caressing the warmth of the sun... Read Story
There are advantages to living in Sag Harbor Village. Our kids can ride their bikes to town and walk to... Read Story
I’m sitting on a cushioned beach chair in Quogue, saronged and sunscreened alongside The Ladies, as my daughter calls them.... Read Story
You know what I am talking about. You know that house in your neighborhood, perhaps next door, or down the... Read Story
There one day, gone the next. Footprints and tire tracks trailing through flawless snow, and vexatious vacancy, left onlookers... Read Story
If you asked me to recount the most magical memory from my childhood, I would smile and tell you... Read Story
I’m running up the long incline of the Ponquogue Bridge from the beach side. It’s July 2012 and this is... Read Story
Summertime, and the livin’ seems to be easy. School buses are out, schools of striped bass are in and yes,... Read Story
My story is about how the Hamptons saved me from a sad time in my life. I grew up in... Read Story
A salty crisp breeze and the sounds of rocking buoys and boats are some of the first things I think... Read Story
It wasn’t my day. I don’t know whose day it was, but it wasn’t mine. It was the Tuesday... Read Story
I remember the summer of 1984 as well as I can recall Montauk’s fresh salty air and the billowing winds... Read Story
When most people hear the words “The Hamptons”, they immediately think of summer, the beach, parties, the expensive pricing of... Read Story
As a farmer’s granddaughter childhood was a magical time. Weekend visits to the farm were filled with sensory delights. The... Read Story
This piece is dedicated to Captain Fred E. Bird and his family. This story goes back to the childhood of... Read Story
There were North Fork girls, and there were Hamptons girls. I’ve always been a North Fork girl. Perhaps I just... Read Story
Early Sunday morning, smoth blue skies, the singular scent of privet permeates the July air. So fleeting, yet wonderfully memorable.... Read Story
As I step out onto my porch early in the morning, before most people are up and about, I sip... Read Story
On a stifling June afternoon in 1976, bicentennial red, white and blue buntings decorated the streets of Sag Harbor. Pansies... Read Story
My mother moved my brother and me when we were five and four from our small apartment in Dobbs Ferry,... Read Story
As I came down the front steps of Southampton Town Hall with my newly acquired handicapped parking sticker, I... Read Story