“The Graduate”
August 13, 2017 10:45 am
I have never been to a graduation at Yale, Harvard or any other Ivy League school, mainly because I couldn’t... Read Story
I have never been to a graduation at Yale, Harvard or any other Ivy League school, mainly because I couldn’t... Read Story
I cannot hold back the tears running down my face as I sit down on the sands of the umbrella... Read Story
As the bustling crowds grew larger in the small East Hampton town shops and the pavement covered in powdery snow,... Read Story
It was the summer of “Star Wars,” it was the summer of the Son of Sam and it was the... Read Story
I always wanted to be a painter. I just never had the right tools or the space for it. It... Read Story
It was exactly seven days before the wedding of her precious granddaughter. The two of them had clicked like soul... Read Story
A few years ago my childhood dog passed away. Yes, I realize this is a solemn way to begin a... Read Story
My daughter asked about the pitchfork when I cleaned out the garage last week. Actually, I hadn’t noticed it, leaning... Read Story
When I was ten, I came home to our Shelter Island cottage on a summer’s afternoon to find my parents... Read Story
I flicked the yellow of the pencil I had been chewing on from my front teeth and stared out across... Read Story
There are times when a ringing phone cries out that bad news is coming. I reach for the receiver in... Read Story
The Fourth of July is an interesting day. All around America, people celebrate the Declaration of Independence by throwing parades... Read Story
It took me a while to to figure out what I wanted to write about. The possibilities were endless! I... Read Story
While generally considered a smart person (double Ivies, high-end SAT scores, Advanced Placement everything), I am totally useless when it... Read Story
Captain Ahab at the Shinnecock Inlet Many summers ago, my wife and I rented a small cottage in Hampton Bays,... Read Story
An independent bookstore in the Hamptons relies on the people who visit each summer for its survival. My bookstore in... Read Story
South Fork sun warming our shoulders, Jen and I peddled up the road to Two Mile Beach like kids on... Read Story
Long before Superstorm Sandy hit the New York area, a hurricane of great magnitude struck the east end of Long... Read Story
One of my father’s favorite things to talk about is the history of my childhood home. He loves to paint... Read Story
There is a woman that I have known all of my life that I only recently began to truly understand.... Read Story
You are seven years old. The abandoned bunkers you and your family find at Shadmoor State Park tower twenty feet... Read Story
There is a woman that I have known all of my life that I only recently began to truly understand.... Read Story
One of my father’s favorite things to talk about is the history of my childhood home. He loves to paint... Read Story
Long Island’s North Fork is like any other body of land surrounded by water. Yes? Well, not really. We can... Read Story
Ah, summer in the 1960’s, on Long Island couldn’t have been any better for a ten year old. School was... Read Story
Our car crept along Sunrise Highway as we drove east. “Are we there yet?” The year was 1958 when driving... 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
There was a keen sense of history in the air that summer of 1976. On the steamy, Sunday morning of... Read Story
On a Sunday morning in July, Paul and I drove from our home in Springs to Montauk Harbor and boarded... Read Story
We load up the car for our traditional trip East, the destination reflected in our cargo of bikes, bathing suits... Read Story
Summer in the City and we were Movin’ Out, making that East End Run for two months of complete contentment.... Read Story
He was stuck, trapped really, in a chair made of metal, rubber and plastic. He had once been free, an... Read Story
The duck that rests in the field of Flanders lies like an idol of a dead civilization. Wire-frame and concrete.... Read Story
Resilience; the ability to become strong, healthy or successful again after something bad happens, to recover from or adjust easily... Read Story
“Aah,” the fireman said knowingly, looking me up and down. “You’re a Summer Girl.” We were beside each other in... Read Story
Old. New. Fear. Excitement. Historical. Cultural. These are the words that came to my mind during the last Ninevah Beach... Read Story
Pull it together. Take a deep breath. Cross those fingers at their ten and two o’clock positions. You are about... Read Story
Traveling toward the tailfin of our strikingly piscine island has always been a highly anticipated and greatly coveted adventure for... Read Story
Traveling toward the tailfin of our strikingly piscine island has always been a highly anticipated and greatly coveted adventure for... Read Story
THE STROKE OF A BRUSH Hippies, music and protests is what I thought about while attending Southampton College during the... Read Story
Raindrops tap dance on the car roof. The downpour is as heavy as my encounter with a long-ago storm while... 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
When we think of the word territory, we might think of the Louisiana Territory or the Northwest Territory, very historical... Read Story
Nana at the Canal. My maternal grandmother was called “Nana.” She was quite a sight and a true old-world woman.... Read Story
“Let’s tell them we met Billy Joel!” I say to Sally, my skinny and tall-for-her age friend who wore her... Read Story
Somewhere, nowhere, to the west of Westhampton sits a quiet little town that keeps to itself. It’s unsung, it’s unnoticed... Read Story
You move to New York City and find success in some industry and of course, you want to go to... Read Story
I have always been a true believer in the Horatio Alger myth –Work hard and get ahead, tossed in with... Read Story
I never wanted to come to America. One evening, my father walked into our kitchen and announced that we had... Read Story
Montauk Lake is particularly alluring. Years ago, we stayed at the Shepherd’s Neck Inn and played miniature golf within view... Read Story
THIS IS A TEST, DO NOT RATE Without a doubt the most beautiful beach pavilion in the Hamptons is Main... Read Story
A Home is not a House or Be Careful What You Wish For I discovered the East End in the... Read Story
The salt always stings before it heals. I stood where the waves broke, even though I knew better, and I... Read Story
The Channel 12 TV Long Island, New York weather guy is visibly excited. “Today, not a cloud in the sky... Read Story
“End of world.” my grandmother, Mary said. She gripped the arms of her black naugahyde recliner and peered out the... Read Story
Walking the beach off Old Montauk Highway is a summer ritual for me, and one that keeps me going through... Read Story
Though he may not possess the worldly renown of a White, Hunt, or Trumbauer, Benjamin Glover contributed his share to... Read Story
I was driving down Three Mile Harbor Road in East Hampton on a brilliant summer day in 2015, in search... Read Story
When I pick a spot to set up shop at the beach there are three things I want. 1. A... 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
Skipping Rocks by James Michaelson “The trick is finding the perfect rock,” my Grandma explained as she scoured the sand... Read Story
One time at a family gathering, my aunt asked me if she and her family were locals yet. They’ve owned... Read Story
Every Wednesday my mother, my brother, and I would pack up our silver minivan with plastic sand toys, three beach... Read Story
The familiar boom in my chest, that shuddered my insides brought comfort. For as long as I can remember, going... Read Story
My close friend, Oliver Sacks, died 2 years ago. Together, we did many things, many times, but none more often... Read Story
In February, Greenport is a tired-looking, pushed around, weather-beaten boat wreck of a town. This is not the simmer of... Read Story
It was 1962, and we were heading out to Montauk for a frugal vacation. Although my dad was a travel... Read Story
On Egypt Beach, multicolored umbrellas flutter in the wind while leathery couples lounge under their shade, probably sifting through Dan’s... Read Story
I awoke out of a sound sleep. Outside it was dark, the air was crisp, the stars were so clear... Read Story
Do cultures dream? Perhaps they do, especially if they exist on the 42nd parallel of the Northern hemisphere. The proof,... Read Story
It was my usual Monday morning in Montauk.The alarm woke me at 4:30 am although I needed no alarm. I... Read Story
I arrived at Michael Dweck’s studio in the West Village to discuss his experience creating The End: Montauk, NY. He... Read Story
Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story
Summertime, and adventure is afoot. My daughter Ava leads us outside, silencing her younger brother and sister with a hand... Read Story
“He is dying, Aphrodite; luxuriant Adonis is dying. What should we do? Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your... Read Story
My mother adored going to the Hamptons. She is a lawyer. When I was little, I would tell my friends... Read Story
Surf Club We were poetry, from the get-go pure poetry. I met JJ on my 16th Birthday. For real; he... Read Story
Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story
Amongst the mosaic of miscellaneous clothing, antique furnishings and bric-a-brac arranged on the bleached gravel drive, I was drawn to... Read Story
Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story
He was lying there in a hospital gown, his organs shutting down, and I didn’t say a word. If I... Read Story
Oma was the greatest person I ever knew. Describing her as a “person” wouldn’t even begin to illustrate her angelic... Read Story
Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story
It was a sunny April morning. The lilacs were in full bloom on the horse farm in Riverhead. The perfume... Read Story
It’s April, 2004. I’m 40, a married mother of a three year old girl and one year old boy. But... Read Story
“Would you like a ride on my Yacht?” he asked. She replied, “I’m not really a boat person.” He responded,... Read Story
All our life we spend looking for the “place for us,… Somewhere… Someday…”. The search of our soul leads us... Read Story
In those days I would sit on the deck and wait. We had only two bird feeders (we should rethink... Read Story
Amidst a sea of famous faces, it was the structure itself that mesmerized me most. I can still smell the... Read Story
This summer sail into maritime history on a visit to the Men Who Hunted the Whale, an exhibit at the... Read Story
I think she has about 5 words of English learned by now, including my name. Which of course in itself... Read Story
“The road where the crash occurred is dotted with vineyards in a part of Long Island where tourists frequently travel... Read Story
The deck of The Widge rocked gently in the September swells, sending tubes of paint rolling in their box. A... Read Story
As I waited for my bag to come down the carousel at JFK, which took about as long as my... Read Story
In a way, the weekend of Friday, October 28, 2016 really started for us on Thursday night when we picked... Read Story
It was 1970 and I remember the day my life as I knew it changed forever. It was the day... Read Story
“Here They Come!” A Memoir by Ryan Ball It was the mid 1960s. Growing up on Long Island, my father... Read Story
“I don’t know, I said. “The forecast doesn’t look too promising.” It looked worse than that. We were starting our... Read Story
Several years ago, I wrote to you. You were kind enough to reply. I was on my way with Susan,... Read Story
What is home but automatic? Automatic means deep knowing, and deep knowing connotes intimacy. I recently brought a friend out... Read Story