The Hunt
August 4, 2016 10:12 am
We relocated from Levittown to Stony Brook because of me. I’m eleven. In Levittown I hung out with the wrong... Read Story
We relocated from Levittown to Stony Brook because of me. I’m eleven. In Levittown I hung out with the wrong... Read Story
The Ponquoque bridge is a 2,812 foot taffy span stretching and arching doggie down over the Shinnecock Bay connecting Hampton... Read Story
Out in the water, to the right, is a rock in the shape of a lion’s head. It rests its... Read Story
Breathless, restless, hand-in-hand we race to water’s edge to dance in the foam of a leftover wave. Tempting fate or... Read Story
“The color is wrong,” said the man behind the heavy glass window. “But—all the website said was green sweats,” I... Read Story
It was 30-30 with two more points left to go to win the match in the finals of the women’s... Read Story
The Iron Wind was making good headway through Plum Gut and the winds and tide were in our favor. The... Read Story
No i don’t have a childhood memory of growing up on East end of Long Island.Why? Because i was thirty... Read Story
Charlie and I drove sleepily through the town of Montauk. It was just after dawn, mid-week in August and we... Read Story
Sometimes, in the pre-dawn light of a cold November morning, at a beach near Amagansett, the ghosts come back... Read Story
“Move one bead over. Count your sacrifice. And then, keep going.” Light a candle. Say a prayer . . .... Read Story
This is a story about a community, about a people, and, importantly, about a slice of American history as experienced... Read Story
If there be any doubt as to the restorative powers of the sea, one need only spend a day on... Read Story
In the sea of brown, I spotted my ten-year-old daughter Ava. She moved rhythmically atop her pony, Mirage, with her... Read Story
I was born in the city. Never mind which one; for our purposes this city is like most others: independent... Read Story
A boat represents escape. It provides the opportunity to escape the possibilities of life on earth. Not only that,... Read Story
I was heading east on Sunrise Highway with the wind in my hair, the warm sun upon my face and... Read Story
One day your 69, the next you’re 70. What’s the difference? Damned if I know but my pending birthday has... Read Story
The odor hit me as if I had just walked into a sliding glass door. Ammonia! I nearly fainted. I... Read Story
I had cancer. Twice. Hodgkin’s Lymphoma both times. I have been in remission for over a year now. I go... Read Story
I had never been to the Hamptons before. I had heard that the traffic was unbearable on weekends, but I... Read Story
It was the sight of the trees growing down towards the sand at the water’s edge that drew me to... Read Story
Spring again, and it’s time to return. Follow, this way. Truth is, you’re here more than once yearly. Time in... Read Story
In the year of 1963 I was a 15 year old kid spending my summers in Wading River ,Long Island... Read Story
As young newlyweds, my husband and I loved the simple ocean views, swooping gulls, and colorful kites on Ditch Plains... Read Story
“Hey look,” the man pointed frantically to the sky, “a bald eagle!” I looked incredulously up at the pinkish sky,... Read Story
Superman-T-Touch, Superman-T-Touch – eating every wave through the rhythms of swimming lessons – memorized, internalized, executed. Doggie-paddling in the sand,... Read Story
I will be leaving soon. But for now I am enjoying the sensation of my head on this cool pillow. ... Read Story
It was May,2016 and a young man was coming to visit. He was from Texas and leaving behind 100* weather. ... Read Story
My daughter, Sara, ordinarily a late sleeper tugs me out of bed for an early morning walk on the beach.... Read Story
One beautiful summer afternoon, Joan and I were invited to a clambake on Shelter Island. Our friends had a wonderful... Read Story
“Blue and green or yellow and orange?” “Huh?” “Blue and green or yellow and orange. Which do you like?”... Read Story
We have in have a grey house with white trim like many other Hampton homes, but this house is unlike... Read Story
“Are you serious? There’s traffic out east? It’s 11:30 on a Tuesday morning!” It was a bright but chilly day... Read Story
Really. I don’t. Why? Well, to me, the East End is in a time warp. It has no... Read Story
I’m sure you are all wondering what this paradise may be like, right? Don’t worry, this paradise is not some... Read Story
Good old house. Sealed up with everything that made last weekend fun and life palatable for another week. Love-hate is... Read Story
Billy observed many things from the passenger seat of his family’s minivan. The trees, poles, and motorcars flashed like objects... Read Story
My mind couldn’t keep up with how fast my life was changing, nor could my stomach keep up with the... Read Story
For Better or For Republican……a bipartisan love affair Relocating often with my husband in the military, and experiencing a myriad... Read Story
If the Hamptons has a heart, then the Jitney is its bloodline. It keeps that muscle pulsing with a steady... Read Story
The sky was an icy slate gray and the wind blew lightly over the frozen road as we struggled up... Read Story
The dump closed at 4 PM on the dot every Sunday. If I was late, I had three choices: 1)... Read Story
After attending the 8:30 Sunday Mass in Montauk’s St. Therese of Lisieux Church, my husband and I drove to Ditch... Read Story
Hank Henze grew up, grew a family, and grew gracefully older on Peconic Bay. Approaching 89, we were able to... Read Story
The east end is lousy with artists. Painters, sculptors, photographers, and printmakers dot the landscape literally and figuratively along both... Read Story
I was ready to get away from the hustle and bustle of Boston and relax in the deep south of... Read Story
The Musician and the Carpenter are two of the most interesting people I have ever known. They met on the... Read Story
I suppose I should declare that I am from New Jersey. Yep, a Jersey girl. Most lifelong, New Jersey residents,... Read Story
Daddy, look…there…I see one! Perched high up on the shoulders of my father, I had a perfect view down through... Read Story
“No way – I don’t know how to ride a horse.” The year was 2000. I was 34 years old... Read Story
I grew up between the bay and the sound. Small town life was all I had ever known. Don’t get... Read Story
It’s time to alert the public about the pain inflicted every year on a vulnerable segment of the population. It... Read Story
Resilience; the ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens, to recover from or adjust... Read Story
“Are you crazy or something? He’ll never move full-time to the Hamptons! He’s a city boy – cement runs... Read Story
It began with our first Golden Retriever, Camille, in the summer of 1970 when we rented the next-to-last house on... Read Story
ARF Thrift shop. Water Mill. I didn’t see her right away. She was sitting on a shelf in the back... Read Story
I sprinted to the door just as the mail arrived. I wanted to be the first to see it, to... Read Story
I love living on the North Fork. I love the quiet, the farms, and especially the wineries. I sometimes... Read Story
I used to work at Macy’s in Hampton Bays until last week, I quit, I couldn’t take it anymore. I... Read Story
Many years ago, I belonged to a Boy Scout troop that was selected to participate in a forest conservation program... Read Story
Deer Dad, There are so many stories I want to tell you, things I want to say, but there never... Read Story
Our Pomeranian Amber was a media star and a socialite. And her career started all because her Daddy was hungry.... Read Story
Shinnecock Inlet is my place of solitude. I find myself there whenever I’m stressed, want a drive that’s not too... Read Story
“Oooo wahhh, oooo wahh! Oooo wahhh, oooo wahh! Oooo wahhh, ooo wahh!!! Why do foo-ools fall in luh-huv?!” Frankie Lymon,... Read Story
Two years post-separating from my husband of thirty years I find myself in the bathroom with my adult daughter.... Read Story
Every weekend in the early 70s my Mom, Ellie, and stepfather, Jim , drove out to South Hampton looking to... Read Story
Disclaimer- this is a true story of events of my life. I have left out the names of persons who... Read Story
The Canadian goose was majestically circling the small pond on our property. I was riveted. “A goose!” I said to... Read Story
It was lightly misting on Lexington Avenue when I arrived at the Jitney stop and I had not brought an... Read Story
“18 laps to go,” I hear from the dock while I’m covered in muck from the bottom of the lake.... Read Story
Coco Peretti was our guest in Springs for about a week last August. She arrived with a neat bundle of... Read Story
Back then, Rushmore was the movie, our friends came in droves and we turned the pool to 90 without thinking... Read Story
“He is dying, Aphrodite; luxuriant Adonis is dying. What should we do? Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your... Read Story
I have been working in the Hamptons since 2011. My job brings me to many beautiful estates with sprawling lawns... Read Story
My wife Harriet was about to leave the store where she rents space from Lydia of Lydia’s Antiques in Greenport... Read Story
My childhood was spent in a cape house on Goose Creek in Southold. I lived under the barnacle-covered dock, in... Read Story
Bring out the traffic control officers, open up Tory Burch, Hermès, and Coach – we’re only a few days away... Read Story
I had spoken to my Mom the night before and asked her if she and my Dad were okay and... Read Story
We first visited East Hampton in the Spring of 1964 as weekend guests of Ben and Judy Heller at their... Read Story
I will always remember the first time I met Paul Hansen. I had been living in Sag Harbor for three... Read Story
Long Island’s East End and Topeka, Kansas could seemingly not be further apart. Under most circumstances, these two contrasting places... Read Story
Our family has always been islanders, initially inhabitants of the emerald one from which my parents emigrated. My mother, born... Read Story
This is a small port, but our own. From its humble beginnings as a fishing village, to its rum-running days,... Read Story
Doug was a screamer, but not that I can say in bed, only when on his boat, racing under sail,... Read Story
It was late spring in the tiny eastern Long Island hamlet of Center Moriches. The rains had awakened the sleeping... Read Story
I’ll never fully understand the ambition that drove my father to build a beach house in the Hamptons. Dad was... Read Story
July 13th, 2007 should have been a beautiful day. The weather was but, without warning, invisible thick and dreadful... Read Story
Welcome to Tesla st. Shoreham, NY. For the longest time, this one small street was the only evidence to state... Read Story
Sarah Azzara’s time was precious, but she was genial nonetheless. She laughed as she held up a large folder thick... Read Story
“It was a once in a lifetime experience, as a science researcher as well as an educator, it was just... Read Story
I venture out to Long Island’s parks regularly, taking hikes on paths of gravel, dirt, leaves, and pine needles. I... Read Story
Like the Statue of Liberty, the Bunny Castle welcomes me to the land that I love. Used for aircraft navigation... Read Story
Living in Berkeley, I’ve been privy to homelesness in a way few other people in the world are. I see... Read Story
Technology brings people together. If it wasn’t for my grandfather’s Kindle Fire, we would have never spoken again that morning.... Read Story
I have given up on perfection. Too many nights I have sat awake in my bed trying to plan the... Read Story
In second grade our teacher taught us that more than 50 percent of the human body was made out of... Read Story
A three-year-old girl’s tiny hand was encapsulated in the guided grip of a fragile old man beside her. They slowly... Read Story
Tires pounding against the road, ripples of force rocketed through my calves as my pedaling grew labored. I glanced upward... Read Story
When I finally decided to accept the offer of admission from the tiny creative writing program in Southampton, New York—which... Read Story