Mucky, Lucky Duck/Swan
August 15, 2017 3:49 pm
So, 2017 was not a banner year. She withstood some major hits in quick succession and in fact, she could... Read Story
So, 2017 was not a banner year. She withstood some major hits in quick succession and in fact, she could... Read Story
My father, who poured concrete for a living to build structures (his enterprise was named Eureka) subcontracting for awhile with... Read Story
I sit on a balcony in California as the golden sun descends below the hillcrest, on the other side the... Read Story
We sat there at the end of our dingy dorm hallway, not saying anything. He stared straight ahead, cross-legged, with... Read Story
An inflated, leather bag rattled off the wood beam with each blow, spraying the assembled onlookers with a rooster tail... Read Story
On the list of Things I Never Thought I’d Do, cutting up refrigerated baby mice corpses with scissors was pretty... Read Story
Through a Glass of Rosé I had never tasted rosé wine before that Summer. Sure, I had made the headache-and... Read Story
Dear Diary, Every day here The Hamptons, something strange happens. The good kind of strange – the kind that makes... Read Story
I Let the water come. It will not pass the barriers we have erected. As mandated by the state on... Read Story
This year, I have done some exploring- personally and geographically. This election has definitely caused me to look in the... Read Story
Long Island curves into the Atlantic and seems as though it has broken off from the rest of New York.... Read Story
Sole Survivor Summer heat. Bare feet. The two were synonymous to me as a young boy spending many glorious summers... Read Story
A number of things went wrong early today. However I did not budge and let them wash over me, processed... Read Story
Two free bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches hung in the balance as my brother, John, and I stepped into the... Read Story
I told myself the day had finally come. I furiously cleaned out my room and packed up the car to... Read Story
There is a set of cups and plates, dinnerware, we have in the front room of our house, the front... Read Story
We’re in Montauk again, to celebrate. It’s June, so it’s my wife’s birthday and Father’s Day. We leave the Grice... Read Story
It was her first trip out East. Was the traffic worth it? YES. The air was different on the East... Read Story
The Face of Bookmarks The East End is a collection of changing faces – people, buildings, roads – all transforming... Read Story
It all started when I was young. I was introduced to the lifestyle of the well known Hamptons that everyone... Read Story
When we describe an object as “having character,” it is rarely meant as a compliment, and more often than not... Read Story
When a year gets mentioned instinctively I think, what was I up to that Summer, and the memories come flooding... Read Story
Every year the social studies department in my school has a mandatory project that we work on over the course... Read Story
I turn off my Jeep’s engine and get out at Gibson Lane beach with our dog Sadie on my heels,... Read Story
The fountains were pristine and reminded Paul of Switzerland. He had been there to purchase art and remembered most of... Read Story
When I am at the beach in Rocky Point, I feel a rush of excitement to be in such a... Read Story
He looked like Prince, only buff, with glistening dark skin the texture of velvet. A slender blade of a man... Read Story
I’m just going to come out and say it, but if anyone asks – I’ll deny it. Women come out... Read Story
My almost-husband looks most boyish in the early morning hours as he jumps from one foot to the other into... Read Story
I left him. I had to, it was time. Sag Harbor.The village in the Hamptons where you can still feel... Read Story
Sunday The power went off at exactly nine a.m. Twelve hours after I had walked around my house in a... Read Story
Warning: The following story has been rated “S” for Savage due to Intense Sarcasm and Brutal Honesty. Viewer discretion advised.... Read Story
Makeshift floats in the festive parade, the red wagons and strollers laden with blankets, coolers, picnic baskets and the occasional... Read Story
The receding lights of the muted cityscape are the only witnesses to the steady rumble of car wheels on a... Read Story
Warning: The following story has been rated “S” for Savage due to Intense Sarcasm and Brutal Honesty. Viewer discretion advised.... 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
Fall comes fast, announced by the big back-to-school signs. It shimmers with gold, brown and burgundy. It adorns the Indian... Read Story
“You’re too small!” I heard that sentence throughout my childhood; too small for roller coasters, too small to play basketball,... Read Story
The year was 1976 — or thereabouts. Dan’s Kite Fly was in its infancy, or at most its toddler years,... Read Story
We were not prepared. It came out of the blue: A virtual “who done it.” It was a beautiful Sunday... Read Story
For several communities across the East End of Long Island the tourism industry is a hotbed of economic potential. Since... Read Story
My father knew how to make life fun. He discovered East Hampton when I was about five. By “discovered,” I... Read Story
When I turned 18 and was able to serve alcohol, I immediately applied to Gosman’s Dock Restaurant in Montauk, which... Read Story
I remember walking down the old wooden steps, worn down, slick from the ocean air and steep as a ladder.... Read Story
When Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away, global publications eulogized the Nobel Prize winning Colombian author. They illustrated his life through... Read Story
The East End is the preeminent place to be during the scorching months of the summer’s heat. This is what... Read Story
I bought a painting recently in Philadelphia. It’s a beachy picture of a woman and her dog. They are walking... Read Story
I did much of my growing up in Montauk, I think. Although I only ever spent the summers here, my... Read Story
I’ve slipped up. I’m scared. I’m lost. Confused and fearful. I can see how I got here.. But can’t seem... Read Story
Ever since I came of age, my own bildungsroman in Iowa, my mother’s family had talked about their Tillinghast clan.... Read Story
We were three small girls, dressed in our Danskin finest, eagerly packed into the back seat of our parents’ shiny... Read Story
I was born in the water. My mother called it an effortless passage of life, relatively quick and uncomplicated, and... Read Story
Pass It Forward Generosity in The Hamptons – First person report by Oreo Hampton Bays, July 11, 2013 – I... Read Story
It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings of a television set or... Read Story
It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings of a television set or... Read Story
“MAKE A RIGHT!” yells brah. Sat on front porch, talking to Don, watching East End summer roll by via weekender... Read Story
I awoke with a fever of 103 degrees. I should have guessed that the day was not going to go... Read Story
Bright dappled sunlight flooded the music room. White colonial shutters on open windows framed an unobstructed waterfront view overlooking the... 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
Even with high temperatures forecasted to reach the mid nineties, there was no chance Tom or Greg would cancel their... Read Story
There are clouds of white butterflies hovering over my flower beds: catmint, black eyed Susans and lavender covered with this... 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
After a tropical storm hit the east end in the early 1990s, a frantic homeowner hired my brother and me... Read Story
The back door slammed like a gun shot. Adrienne jumped and grabbed my forearm. Nerves. We proceeded into the back... Read Story
Get a rush from spotting celebrities in unguarded moments out and about doing everyday things, you know, like shopping? If... Read Story
As I step onto my porch early in the morning, before most people are up and about, I sip on... Read Story
Terry Schein 49 Highland Road Southampton, NY 11968 (631) 283-7322 Tmoonschein@aol.com Cupid at the Privet Hedge by Terry Staverman “Where’s... Read Story
Four Stationary Walls I’ve nailed down my worst fear in the last few years. It’s being that lady pushing the... Read Story
C-Section, See-Section, My Sea-Section One of my favorite poets Arthur Rimbaud wrote, “I’ve found it Eternity. It’s the sun mingled... Read Story
DON’T SELL YOUR HOUSE Earlier this year I sold our family home in the pretty and rich culturally township of... Read Story
Prologue: Reality Sun’s up and I’m still lost. How do you write nonfiction when you don’t know what’s real anymore?... Read Story
As I pulled up to the address on Jericho Lane, about the only expectation that I had was that I... Read Story
It is hard to overstate the importance of the Hamptons as a motif in the story of my life thus... Read Story
“As long as my computer and car don’t die, everything will be fine.” That’s what I told myself back in... Read Story
To this day, nearly three decades later, the whole thing still kind of bothers me. It shouldn’t have felt like... Read Story
The Independent called it “The Montauk Monster.” Three kids found it early one morning while surfing and emailed a picture... Read Story
Over the years, my brother-in-law Ed has amassed his own sculpture garden which populates his extensive back yard on Hither... Read Story
I propped myself with the pillows from both beds in my neighbor’s guestroom, my thumbs blazing across the phone as... Read Story
Sound asleep. It happened during the summer in 2013. “Br-brrrrrrrr,” was the first thing I heard when I awoke. Slowly... Read Story
As soon as I see Gardiners Bay from Barnes Landing Beach, I feel a familiar embrace. It’s as if the... Read Story
“We’re going to the beach tonight. Let’s go now!” I told my father. He had promised my brother and I... Read Story
They say “home is where the heart is,” but I feel as if my heart is missing from my chest;... 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
The ghosts are my friends. Before they were my friends, they were my mother’s friends, and her mother’s before that.... Read Story
The ghosts are my friends. Before they were my friends, they were my mother’s friends, and her mother’s before that.... Read Story
It was two o’clock in the morning, and I stood paralyzed by the side of the road under a sea... Read Story
After nearly 40 summers in Mattituck, my parents have finally paved the driveway. Until now, we’d always parked on nothing... Read Story
On Sunday there were warnings of a huge storm. Then late Sunday my mom got a message from J.M.M.E.S (my... Read Story
“Vivo en Long Island, una isla este de la ciudad,” I tell my Argentine host family. “I live on Long... Read Story
I got a job out east so I could live at our beach house in Hampton Bays. An audiovisual contractor... Read Story
The water beckons me, but I can’t go. Too many responsibilities on land and, anyway, I don’t know how to... Read Story
I grew up in a small beach town in Southern California, where I spent summer days at the tide pools,... Read Story
Just the mention of “New York City” caused my ten-year-old brother Jack’s entire body to stiffen up. Ever since he... Read Story
GOLD By, Theodore Aiello Age 18 Theo: I want to do something today Marie. Like, to tell people I did... Read Story
There was a slight breeze coming from the north on this clear, cold, early December morning as one hundred and... Read Story
It’s been twenty years. Where has the time gone? We thankfully found a beautiful home in the country and experienced... Read Story
Tommy and I sailed eastward from Iverson’s Dock in Bellport, though after a late departure had only reached the very... Read Story
Sometime around 1953 my mother realized I did not know how to swim. I was 10. When she was a... Read Story
“VAL KILMER” ASKS FOR MY HELP My wife and I had never been to a yacht club before and didn’t... Read Story
I had never been to the Hamptons before. I had heard that the traffic was unbearable on weekends, but I... Read Story