Montauk
June 24, 2015 4:37 pmThe pond was tiny, at the base of the steep slope that separated our yard from theirs’. A spout on a... Read Story
The pond was tiny, at the base of the steep slope that separated our yard from theirs’. A spout on a... Read Story
It was the summer of ’73, and the Hamptons still felt exotic, exciting and new. I was a twenty-three year... Read Story
There’s a house on Main Street in Southampton that looks at the local CVS, where my grandfather lives. It’s old.... Read Story
I suppose some might view it differently, but I’ve always been drawn to color and there’s certainly a lot of... Read Story
I have a bit of an obsession with Jane Austen. More of a love/ hate relationship really. We have nothing... Read Story
What could mesclun greens possibly have to do with percussion instruments? In my town, there is a connection. I live... Read Story
Two years after my last great summer in Montauk, I got married. My new bride, Linda, a San Diego native,... Read Story
It was a morning of deep cold the day I was to meet Cindy who would be driving us back... Read Story
Eastern Long Island has a fragile, unique and beautiful ecology. The pressure on that balance of nature is probably most... Read Story
We were Brooklyn kids so Riis Park, the crowded, tired public beach, was our refuge. We’d arrive early and... Read Story
“Son, it’s your lucky day. Ever been to Gin Lane?” “In Chinatown?” I replied, guessing wildly and badly. “I see.... Read Story
A voyage is a voyage is a voyage. And so whenever I board the ferry in New London, bound on... Read Story
The strong, cool breeze coming through the opened window and the darkening room startle me. Jumping up quickly from the... Read Story
The Orlowski True Value Hardware Company, where I’ve worked since the 9th grade, has stood on Love Lane, Mattituck’s main... Read Story
One sun-lit October morning several years ago, as my husband, two young grandchildren and I strolled along the shores of... Read Story
In late October of 1973, I would return to Montauk after six long months of travel to say goodbye to... Read Story
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. Ralph Waldo Emerson “Is it reggae night, Daddy?” Chloe asks bouncing lightly... Read Story
The boy walked slowly across the road, dragging his deerskin moccasins in the dust, more slowly than his mother could... Read Story
My first clam. It happened on a boat. In public. Until that blue sky day, off the far eastern coast... Read Story
When my parents first started talking about him, they whispered “he shot his shrink, do you think he will be... Read Story
They sat silently, each pondering the startling events of the day. Jeannie clung to Greg, Don held Penny’s shivering hand.... Read Story
Warning: Helicopter parents may need smelling salts. Growing up on the East End in the fifties could be considered child... Read Story
Outside, golden forsythias bloom and an early spring breeze carries a pungent stench of fresh mulch and fertilizer. The long... Read Story
Our family traveled out to Hampton Bays for decade’s. This is where we spent our vacation’s on Tiana Bay. We... Read Story
It may be one of the earliest concepts learned in the practice of psychotherapy…that people do better when they are... Read Story
I have driven past The Stephen Talkhouse nightclub and bar in Amagansett many times in the five years I’ve lived... Read Story
Faggot, that is what I saw at 12 years old across the street. It was a gay male who dressed... Read Story
The manufacture of wampum was isolated to the Atlantic shore tribes from Rhode Island to Virginia, but its discovery by... Read Story
When my daughter asked me to join her meditation and yoga class in a vineyard in Bridgehampton last summer, I... Read Story
The crystal, deep blue waters; those wonderful celebrities we hear so much about roaming the streets of Sag Harbor, Bridgehampton,... Read Story
Marion Darden, an 84-year-old woman of color, and I, a 96-year-old white woman, live a few doors away from each... Read Story
At the tender age of four years old my parents lured me into my first summer day camp experience. It... Read Story
It was the summer of “Star Wars,” it was the summer of Sam and it was the last summer for... Read Story
It was a mid-March Friday night in 1995. In beach towns, early spring is a strange time, full of expectation... Read Story
In the heart of what is still called Polishtown in Riverhead stands St. Isadore’s Roman Catholic Church. It was the... Read Story
Driving home the night before Thanksgiving, I see a view my schedule rarely allows. The California sky turns to night... Read Story
The following is a true story about a tale of two Indian chiefs, a few corporate chiefs, and the long... Read Story