Author Archives for allison

A New Glow

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Ever since life appeared on Earth, the sunset marked the day’s end. No light, no work, but humans figured out... Read Story


Amado

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

I used to play softball up at Maidstone Park with an eclectic group of men ranging in age from 20... Read Story


Sun, Sea, and Sound

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

You now understand why Shakespeare compared love to a summer’s day—because nothing in this world is truly more lovely, or... Read Story


Beach

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Imagine a beach, the exotic kind in Costa Rica or the Bahamas. It’s always warm, every day of the year.... Read Story


Life of A Local

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

When most people hear the words “The Hamptons”, they immediately think of summer, the beach, parties, the expensive pricing of... Read Story


Grown Ups

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

One of my most vivid Shelter Island High School memories was this one time my classmates offered me a ride... Read Story


My Little Paradise

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Throughout the years I have noticed how we all long for more, but that longing does not always fulfil us.... Read Story


Plant Matter

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

The thing most instantly striking as I was dropped, alone, along the overgrown field’s perimeter, was the absolute and unmitigated... Read Story


The Montauk March

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

You need a car to do Montauk. It’s nine in the morning and Andy’s train will arrive any second. I... Read Story


Warfield Way

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Every summer before the house was sold, my mother’s side of the family would venture out east to Southampton, where... Read Story


Hereabouts

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Gambrel. That’s what it’s called. I would have never come to it in all my inflamed pre-dawn graduation party ramblings... Read Story


Pizza On Me

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Little rays of the hot July sun slipped lazily through the cracks of the blinds. I brought my fists up... Read Story


In My Place

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

The French have a term they use called mise en place, which loosely translates to “put in place”. It’s one... Read Story


Sandy Roots

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

A clearing along the mountain trail emerges to reveal an open ledge, and I cannot help but briefly stop to... Read Story


Passengers

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

My first trip to the East End began at a bus stop during the early morning, far north near the... Read Story


Busman’s Holiday

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

Most summer mornings I commute from Bridgehampton to East via the twenty-seven. On the outskirts of East Hampton, by the... Read Story


The Bay

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April 5, 2016 2:11 pm

The wind whips my hair, smelling of salt and seaweed. The car bounces, then splashes through a puddle, spraying my... Read Story


Coming Home

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April 5, 2016 2:05 pm

“Mom, after I graduate college, I want us to live on Shelter,” I said, turning Beyonce’s latest hit up, as... Read Story


Back to the Shore

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April 5, 2016 2:05 pm

“See that? The wave action that results from water hitting there erodes so much sand as to disrupt the major... Read Story


The Golden Days

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April 5, 2016 2:04 pm

I once knew of very few things, but of those things I was sure. I knew that night was the... Read Story


A Night on the Town

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April 5, 2016 2:03 pm

Like a driving storm, thousands of people descend upon the east end for the Fourth of July, causing the beaches,... Read Story


GREAT LESSONS LEARNED

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April 5, 2016 4:12 am

In 1959, I was a young 20-year-old boy being discharged from the United States Coast Guard. I was already married... Read Story


The Initiation

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April 3, 2016 2:31 am

“There’s a dead deer in the driveway,” I told my husband over the phone. What could he do really, he... Read Story


Beach Walks

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August 15, 2015 11:59 pm

I’m a walker. When I’m in the City I walk my dog to and around Central Park every morning –... Read Story


My East End Home

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August 15, 2015 11:58 pm

I never had a house in the Hamptons. Nor have I ever resided in Riverhead. I don’t have a manor... Read Story


A Bike Ride to Montauk

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August 15, 2015 11:57 pm

             Upon meeting someone new, “where are you from?” will inevitably come up. I have always skirted around this question... Read Story


The Box

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August 15, 2015 11:22 pm

At age fifteen, I was troubled. With undiagnosed, flagrant bipolar disorder, I masked my distractedness with contempt. For anything or... Read Story


First Impressions

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August 15, 2015 11:14 pm

“I’m spending next week in the Hamptons. Do you want to come?”, my host Tim asked me. It was late... Read Story


Garden in a Bowl

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August 15, 2015 11:07 pm

It was the middle of August, 1971. I was seventeen and had enjoyed a classic East End day off from... Read Story


Hamptons Morning

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August 15, 2015 11:05 pm

Paparazzi was in front of the building and before the doorman could open the door they began shooting . The... Read Story


Soldier Ride

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August 15, 2015 11:04 pm

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


Coping Mechanism

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August 15, 2015 11:01 pm

“You learn to lie a lot.” I let that comment sit for a moment, and noted in the next the... Read Story


Night Vision

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August 15, 2015 10:47 pm

All is stillness and silence when you step onto the beach. Until you stop and watch and listen. Then everything... Read Story


Out East

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August 15, 2015 10:25 pm

I am not a good storyteller.  I am not the life of the party.  I am not that “guy” who... Read Story


What Sandy Gave us

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August 15, 2015 9:48 pm

It was like this when the storm came. The birds evaporated into nothing. They had an aerial view of the... Read Story


Four Score

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August 15, 2015 9:46 pm

  Prelude It has been said: “The nature of youth is that you do not know much.” I knew very... Read Story


Finding Reggie

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August 15, 2015 9:42 pm

The 4th of July parade in New Suffolk is a gloriously simple march each year. Observers unfold their chairs to... Read Story


Where the Light Lives

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August 15, 2015 9:04 pm

You can see it most clearly in those places where sea, sky and land converge. Although “see” is not exactly... Read Story


Fagotto

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August 15, 2015 8:54 pm

When I was in the fourth grade I started playing the bassoon.  What better instrument for a shy, awkward girl... Read Story


Undertow

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August 15, 2015 8:29 pm

Too many instances of getting knocked off my feet and pulled under the waves have rendered me not a beach... Read Story


Gone Clamming

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August 15, 2015 8:16 pm

It was mid-afternoon; the sweltering sun made Three Mile’s shallow green waters iridescent, creating twinkles so tremendous it seemed as... Read Story


Smith’s Creek

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August 15, 2015 7:11 pm

That year, Michael invited us inside their house for the first time. He wanted to show us a Ninja Turtle... Read Story


Endless Summer

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August 15, 2015 7:00 pm

I don’t remember the first time that I met Rick, but had I known how much our lives would intertwine... Read Story


Hither Hills

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August 15, 2015 6:14 pm

The tent was illuminated by the hissing Coleman lantern and two burner stove heating up the coffee. I was a... Read Story


Starfish Fix

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August 15, 2015 5:38 pm

The fix is always in. It has to be. Somebody is always wanting something that they simply aren’t fixed to... Read Story


July 16, 2015

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August 15, 2015 5:37 pm

A quote by Norman Mailer crossed my path today. I was in the bookstore in Sag Harbor, and a book... Read Story


The Book Of Shadows

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August 15, 2015 5:08 pm

“Watchtowers of the East – We welcome you, the element of air, the use of intellect. Watchtowers of the South... Read Story


Chiquitita

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August 15, 2015 4:47 pm

I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, on a beach in Europe no less.... Read Story


Summer Love

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August 15, 2015 4:36 pm

              Four is a wondrous age, a time when anything and everything is possible. I recollect passing half of... Read Story


Be-You-Tee-Full!

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August 15, 2015 4:26 pm

They say that home is where you hang your hat. Although I may have hung my hat in Munich for... Read Story


Summer Renter

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August 15, 2015 4:18 pm

You’re not the only one with a summer rental, reads the sign in the window of the J. Crew on... Read Story


Shamanista

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August 15, 2015 3:03 pm

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


Flow

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August 15, 2015 2:54 pm

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. —William Shakespeare On a steamy evening toward the end of August,... Read Story