Dare I say love affair?
August 15, 2015 2:47 pm
I’ve been going to Montauk since i was a child, my dad owned a fishing charter boat and kept it... 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
This morning, I reached down and picked up the first seashell I saw. I rubbed my thumb across the white... Read Story
It was 1997 but it might have well been 1957. “The Mary Louis Girls” were once again riding east... Read Story
When I was young I had fond memories of my father but there weren’t many because most of the time... Read Story
The Piano Lesson by Randi R. King Bright dappled sunlight flooded the music room. White colonial shutters on open windows... Read Story
Below The Surface – The Truth Lies One unusually warm July afternoon in East Hampton, I was reminded that we... Read Story
Summer air in the Hamptons perpetually smells of freshly sheared privet, salty sea mist, melting asphalt, and an occasional wafting... Read Story
85 years ago an eight year old toe-headed boy named Paul moved from Queens out to the east end of... Read Story
It’s a beautiful drive. It never seems to be the same drive but that’s not what matters. It’s the time... Read Story
Three sunburned, water logged kids knocked on the “Clam Man’s” door on Deep Hole Drive in Mattituck. The tangled bushes... Read Story
The rhythmic thunk-thunk of our tires hitting the concrete expansion joints heading east on Sunrise Highway would always lull me... Read Story
Behind the sand of the shoreline stood a four-story high watch tower constructed of gray beams with a square... Read Story
“Summer people”…..that’s what we were called. My family was among the many that were fortunate enough to be able to... Read Story
Our first summer rental in the Hamptons had been a classic country store that sold staples like bread, milk, butter,... Read Story
We are married now—although last year at this time, we weren’t. We have a picnic too, consisting of North... Read Story
The Family Pack By Heather J. Cohen My dear, generous sister offered to pay for a family getaway. The crew... Read Story
Shifting Sands For me, heading out the eastern end of Long Island has always meant vacation. I’m a Queens girl... Read Story
Tucked in every nook and cranny of our grandparent’s house, is a little bit of ‘Homeport’. They named it, when... Read Story
Never had the Hamptons seemed more of a refuge to me than on that Friday night. And never had I... Read Story
Growing up on the eastern end of Long Island, people automatically assume I’m a spoiled brat. While I certainly wouldn’t... Read Story
When the news reached this former pastor of the Riverhead Church that their/our roof was falling in, all she could... Read Story
As I sit out on the deck of the room we have for the weekend at the Ocean Resort Inn... Read Story
There I was unpacking 2 months of dirty laundry and dumping it on my bedroom floor. I was anxious to... Read Story
J.G. Melon’s in Bridgehampton is buzzing—clattering dishes, jangly conversation, whirring fans overhead. My best friend, Katy, and I order gin... Read Story
“Which one?” she asks. Each Saturday, I hem and haw at Denise’s flower stand at the Westhampton Beach Farmer’s Market,... Read Story
In the summer of 1976, I was nine and a half years old. The country’s bicentennial celebration had just taken... Read Story
The summer of 2008 is on my list of one of the best summers. My oldest son, Sean, graduated... Read Story
We “walked into the party, like we were walking onto a yacht.” The Devon Yacht Club to be exact. And... Read Story
It all started with a ghost story, but the infatuation truly began when I saw his portrait. A white shirt... Read Story
Many years ago I was sitting in Amagansett town with a friend who had a summer job at a boutique... Read Story
When I see it piled here like this—and this is just a small sample of all of it—nostalgia catches my... Read Story
It was the summer of 1952, hot and humid, and a young boy 7 years of age arrived at the... Read Story
WPPB RADIO TBT 9/25/2014 Today, in recognition of the 50th anniversary of Broadway’s sixteenth longest running show ever we celebrate tradition. For is... Read Story
WPPB RADIO TBT / September 25, 2014 This week in recognition of the 50th anniversary of Broadway’s sixteenth longest running... Read Story
I never thought that a book could change my life, or that a trip to the local Barnes & Noble could... Read Story
Waking up the morning of a trip to the Hamptons is one of excitement and curiosity as to what new... Read Story
“Melancholy,” he said when he entered the motel room. A blast of cold air prompted me to tightly close the... Read Story
When I was a child, Nana’s house was magic. Nana Lulu was my great-grandmother; she lived in Montauk in an... Read Story
Usually you don’t think that someone would have to break into her own house, but that happened to me more... Read Story
I inherited a shotgun for my mother’s sister, Aunt Treva, in upstate New York Van Etten where they were... Read Story
Popular culture has often portrayed angels as beautiful women with wings and long, flowing hair dancing over fluttery, white gowns.... Read Story
I was his pal. Peter Jennings, that is. When my late grandparents lived in Bridgehampton, I would frequently spend my... Read Story
Growing up in NYC I knew nothing about the east end of Long Island. Back then summers were asphalt... Read Story
My first Long Island wine tasting took place over fifty years ago when I was only thirteen, back when the... Read Story
Have you ever been at that place in your life where you know one chapter is completed but you don’t... Read Story
The second definition of the word haunted captures my reaction to the Holocaust: 2. preoccupied, as with an emotion, memory,... Read Story
I am not a suburbanite. Although I grew up in a house in Brooklyn, it had a burglar alarm and... Read Story
At the tender age of 8 and 9 and when we left El Encanto Department Store in the city... 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
There you stand. Tall, though not as tall as in your prime. Your stance is straight. But you no longer... Read Story
“We’re moving to Montauk.” Those were the words I used to wake the children early that September morning in 1982.... Read Story
It’s truly amazing how just a fraction of Long Island can possess such unique beauty. What is it about... Read Story
Prologue: I am not much of a salesperson but I sure can ride my Trek east on the old Montauk... Read Story
A unique migration can be observed on Labor Day, and perhaps for a day or two before and after.... Read Story
Quinipet Camp and Retreat Center is located on Shelter Island. You get there by ferry and the short, peaceful... Read Story
During the summer there is a field ecology program at the Quogue Wildlife Refuge. It’s open to kids in... Read Story
It was the sultry summer of ‘66. Kelsey had the car of cars. A German job, ’63 Daimler convertible, low... Read Story
I love AMAGANSETT. I can walk in any of the bars there and see a host of familiar faces. All... Read Story
William Hamilton Swan was the great great grandson of Alexander Hamilton, the founder of the Bank of New York and... Read Story