A New Glow
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
Ever since life appeared on Earth, the sunset marked the day’s end. No light, no work, but humans figured out... Read Story
I am not well versed in economics, or business, or stock market lingo; I am competent in a variety of... Read Story
The East End has me baited—hook, line, and sinker. Delivered by the tide and baptized by ocean spray, I am... Read Story
When I was young, my family had no base. My father was in finance and we spent most of our... Read Story
I used to play softball up at Maidstone Park with an eclectic group of men ranging in age from 20... Read Story
You now understand why Shakespeare compared love to a summer’s day—because nothing in this world is truly more lovely, or... Read Story
There were those from south of the Highway and others who reside above the barrier, but it was the best... Read Story
Imagine a beach, the exotic kind in Costa Rica or the Bahamas. It’s always warm, every day of the year.... Read Story
The sun had no business shining so brightly on the Shinnecock Bay Club. It was early, too early in fact,... Read Story
I sit squashed in the shotgun seat of our small blue GMC pickup, my hulking brother’s beefy thigh and a... Read Story
When most people hear the words “The Hamptons”, they immediately think of summer, the beach, parties, the expensive pricing of... Read Story
Dear Reader, When is the last time you received a letter? You know one from an old friend,... Read Story
One of my most vivid Shelter Island High School memories was this one time my classmates offered me a ride... Read Story
Each summer, I help teach kids how to write poetry at a camp on Shelter Island, New York. In this... Read Story
Throughout the years I have noticed how we all long for more, but that longing does not always fulfil us.... Read Story
I was born in a house that my father built. That’s not a rip off line from Richard Nixon either;... 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
The thing most instantly striking as I was dropped, alone, along the overgrown field’s perimeter, was the absolute and unmitigated... Read Story
This summer in the Hamptons was fun filled with amazing activities, but was hard to enjoy. Usually people would... Read Story
You need a car to do Montauk. It’s nine in the morning and Andy’s train will arrive any second. I... Read Story
Every summer before the house was sold, my mother’s side of the family would venture out east to Southampton, where... Read Story
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
Little rays of the hot July sun slipped lazily through the cracks of the blinds. I brought my fists up... Read Story
The French have a term they use called mise en place, which loosely translates to “put in place”. It’s one... Read Story
The drive east to the house in Clearwater Beach always felt so long despite the fact that it never took... Read Story
Partially concealed behind a row of manicured hedges off of Bridgehampton’s Ocean Road is a peculiar little wrinkle in time:... Read Story
A clearing along the mountain trail emerges to reveal an open ledge, and I cannot help but briefly stop to... 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
The phone rang and my mom picked it up. A look at her expressions told me that it must be... Read Story
My first trip to the East End began at a bus stop during the early morning, far north near the... Read Story
I’m not sure when it was exactly, I think it was ten or eleven years ago, but I know it’s... Read Story
Most summer mornings I commute from Bridgehampton to East via the twenty-seven. On the outskirts of East Hampton, by the... Read Story
The escape from Queens is always a nightmare. Sorry, let me repeat that. The lovely vacation time away from home... Read Story
The wind whips my hair, smelling of salt and seaweed. The car bounces, then splashes through a puddle, spraying my... Read Story
I look out the window in the car catching glimpses of the ocean. We are on the long winding... Read Story
“Mom, after I graduate college, I want us to live on Shelter,” I said, turning Beyonce’s latest hit up, as... Read Story
“See that? The wave action that results from water hitting there erodes so much sand as to disrupt the major... Read Story
I once knew of very few things, but of those things I was sure. I knew that night was the... Read Story
Like a driving storm, thousands of people descend upon the east end for the Fourth of July, causing the beaches,... Read Story
In 1959, I was a young 20-year-old boy being discharged from the United States Coast Guard. I was already married... Read Story
“There’s a dead deer in the driveway,” I told my husband over the phone. What could he do really; he... Read Story
“There’s a dead deer in the driveway,” I told my husband over the phone. What could he do really, he... 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