Sag Harbor Sundays
May 28, 2014 9:12 am
Sag Harbor Sundays by Lorraine Manzo Angeletti “If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose to... Read Story
Sag Harbor Sundays by Lorraine Manzo Angeletti “If you could live anywhere in the world where would you choose to... Read Story
Thank You ARF By Sparky (a hopeful dreamer) Never in my life have I ever been to a shelter as... Read Story
WHERE WE GO WADING By B. C. Mazlin “I’ve seen the best of this place,” he said. My friend and... Read Story
The Summer Islands By Diane Strecker Thousands of years ago, beneath massive ice plates, the earth grinds and shifts and... Read Story
The first day I met Suzanne and the rest of the girls I never thought that they would adhere so... Read Story
I am sitting in your chair. You are not in it. It’s three in the afternoon, I’ve spent the past... Read Story
I am only alive on this island for however long the summertime blooms in that elegantly sultry way the season... Read Story
I moved to East End in June 1987. It came to me in a dream. I knew no one here... Read Story
It began as a simple end of the day trail ride, but quickly turned into an incident that we would... Read Story
It was Friday, July 19th and I could not wait to get out of the office. As I fidgeted my... Read Story
The Old Tree By Michael Casper Along North Sea Mecox Rd. in Southampton, between David White’s Lane and Long Springs... Read Story
My family moved to Bellmore in 1959. For those of you who don’t know, Bellmore sits in between the Meadowbrook... Read Story
The Rail is a fisherman’s bar and restaurant in Montauk – a village known as The End. It’s the last... Read Story
The East End~The Land I Love Written by Michelle Cioffi In 1990, I left Farmingdale, Long Island with a sparkling... Read Story
“Mom, you need to come now, the doctors don’t think A.J. is going to make it through the night,” my... Read Story
I’m writing to you again, not because I told you I would, but because it allows me a distance from... Read Story
Another week has come and gone; it’s time for Mother’s bath. A practice, I must admit, that holds all the... Read Story
I have two clamshell moons hanging above my bed. Two remnants of sky that remind me every time I look... Read Story
Princess Heather Flower and the Land Grab A True Story By Heather Miller I would like to say that my... Read Story
Sunrise, Sunset by Edward J. Laskowski II As long as I can remember the East End has drawn me to... Read Story
Growing up on the East End, I was taught that Long Island looked like a fish. Brooklyn was its head,... Read Story
We drive down on the Ram Island causeway and my NYC friend points up to a large nest on top... Read Story
WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT It’s rare you find an irascible person who becomes less so with age. Tank Stark... Read Story
The Naked Kingdom, by Joe Carson I remember being ten and climbing through the narrow passages between the limbs of... Read Story
When I was a young boy I dreamed that I would one day I would travel far from home and... Read Story
Back and forth, back and forth. The breeze is making its way by smoothly touching my face and playing with... Read Story
I. You are 14 years old and you work at the snack bar. You have pimples on your face and... Read Story
C.D.Rawicz East Hampton. 07/31/13 The Slant of Light Once more, the phrase popularized by Theodore Roosevelt, “Walk softly and carry... Read Story
Healing Powers by Cara J. Damer For years I had heard of the magic, the peace, the tranquility experienced when... Read Story
Deep Summer: That familiar faint rolling echoed distantly in the back of my mind followed by a gentle, yet all... Read Story
I came to the East End in stages, with family in summers that were almost exclusively centered around children. The... Read Story
A TRIBUTE TO LOLA EDEN GUEVARA BARADI BY CRISTINA SEDIGO The first time my friend, Pat asked me if I... Read Story
My daughter does well in emergency rooms. She likes a captive audience. She knew what the people waiting in the... Read Story
Upon arriving at the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary Cemetery in Southampton on the most spectacular day in the... Read Story
A beaming, honey-haired girl about three years old sat down on the floor next to me in the brightly painted... Read Story
The beach club where I’ve worked for the last 12 summers is centered on a one-road thin, one-mile long isthmus... Read Story
It’s 4:46 pm and now it’s time to make that decision whether or not I will do this. Normally I... Read Story
I came to know the Hamptons the old fashioned way, from the sea. I first laid eyes on the East... Read Story
The East End is enchanting. It’s like a siren that lures you in with its special song of sea, sun... Read Story
“Horsey Tales from the Hamptons” A friend moved out to the Hamptons. She had a farm there, and I was... Read Story
Dear Montauk: For as long as I can remember I could not live without you. You were in my veins... Read Story
“I have to say, you have made a completely wrong decision. You don’t do that very often, but you did... Read Story
It was the loud, rhythmic, grinding sound of the geese flying south that woke me that November morning so long... Read Story
“How the hell did this happen? Kate sat in the passenger section of the ferry holding her overnight case on... Read Story
Waiting for the Launch By Joe Butera I was becoming annoyed with the long wait for the Yacht Club Tender... Read Story
Eastport – Back in the Day When you are ten years old, you have several best friends all at the... Read Story
Don’t take your mother to Woodstock By Donna Weinheim I needed my mother. I clung to her pantsuit. I followed... Read Story
A “Happy Shamrock Day” lawn sign. But it’s May, so why is it still lying in the grass? A newspaper... Read Story
Pine Haven It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings of a television,... Read Story
Dearest Jeannot: The sun has dried my tears. I am facing our favorite spot, which you will never get to... Read Story
Title:“ Huck Finn Of The North Fork” Author: John M. Di Fazio II Towards the end of last summer, our... Read Story
My father was a holy man. Although he was not officially a rabbi, people flocked to him as if he... Read Story
DISCOVERING MATTITUCK By Diane Jeffrey In 1951 the war was well behind us and at five years old I barely... Read Story
OYSTERETTE When I reflect upon my childhood, I am overwhelmed with wonder. I was so lucky to be raised by... Read Story
Miss Adventure It was an August morning in 1974 when I glanced through my bay window watching the fog lift... Read Story
It is hard to describe that day. The day I buried my old friend, who could not stop injecting heroin... Read Story
Don’t Look Now….Here He Comes While on the ARF Garden Tour a few years ago, I noticed two young, fit... Read Story
The Memory Rock of Montauk Point By Ken Giovanelli There was a keen sense of history in the air that... Read Story
“Before I Forget…” Dickens began: “I am born…”; Camus: “Mamam est morte…”; at my age, “Before I Forget..” makes more... Read Story
The Wild Fire The year I was born Tom Hanks was nominated best actor for his role in Forest Gump,... Read Story
FAREWELL CHILDHOOD My childhood was very different from my son’s! I grew up in the early sixties in the USSR.... Read Story
I am a child of the sixties. I was born early in that decade, on the same day as John... Read Story
“Eh . . . Southampton?” He had that old man stoop to his walk, but maneuvered easily enough between the... Read Story
My Italian grandmother on my mother’s side Angelina Basso (Muz) played a big part in raising and influencing me. Unfortunately,... Read Story
Cucumber Rhode Island Reds are a sturdy breed of chicken – reliable layers and never temperamental. My nine-year-old brother, Charlie... Read Story
Amphibians on the Beach by Linda Pashley Murray (July 12, 2013) Not all early English immigrants arrived in New York... Read Story
There are incredibly beautiful views here on the East End that seem to have remained unchanged for, well, forever. The... Read Story
The Hampton’s my Utopia By Sandra Senzon It was 19 years ago, when I moved to Southampton. I inherited $28,000.00... Read Story
Deborah J Taranto 917-992-0459 9 Shades of Crazy (an except from my memoir) This year my mom celebrated her 94th... Read Story
Fishing was always my first love. My family owned a lake house in the Catskills, specifically in Roscoe, New York.... Read Story
James Feliciano Dans Papers Literary Prize Nonfiction Piece July 14, 2013 Magical Memories and Eastern Epithanies For my whole 21... Read Story
Deerfest by JZ Holden To cull, or not to cull: that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to suffer the... Read Story
The inaugural GrillHampton was an evening of fine food and a festive atmosphere, enjoyed by guests and chefs from the... Read Story
I still can’t believe I tripped on that very last step. A five inch, little step. A step I go... Read Story
D DAY – Operation Neptune JUNE 6. 1944. Drafted at 18, I happily trained as a High Tech US Army... Read Story
A NEW HOME Our first house always felt as if it was alive, as if it was a member of... Read Story
I recall springtime at the Watermill Station It’s the last weekend in the month of April. Blissfully on this Saturday,... Read Story
All Ricerca del Vino Passato Being a child of Sicilian immigrant parents, my predisposition to the love of wine should... Read Story
Intruders Early quiet. For some perhaps, although not the Northern Flicker with his red mustache pecking at my deck while... Read Story
There are two kinds of Latino immigrants. Okay, four. The majority are illegal. The majority are “good.” The minority are... Read Story
NATURE’S NUDGE Last fall, as super storm Sandy barreled through the Northeast, we gathered with family in our New York... Read Story
James Feliciano Dans Papers Literary Prize Nonfiction Piece July 14, 2013 Magical Memories and Eastern Epithanies For my whole 21... Read Story
An invitation to consult off-site is a pretty heady, ego-boosting experience, especially for a young physician early in his career.... Read Story
Crescent Moon Bay Today as the snow lightly cascades down unhampered by any wind, it melts along the pavement of... Read Story
Jesse Duthrie Word Count: 1,452 106 South Beechwood Rd. Niantic, CT 06357 jesse.duthrie@gmail.com (860) 319-7674 This Does Not Belong For... Read Story
It’s just a stretch of sand and too many rocks connecting a dead end road with Little Peconic Bay in... Read Story
On September 19, 2010, when I was 49 years old, my husband died unexpectedly, bringing to a close our ten... Read Story
Irina Martkovich 425 9th Street Greenport, New York 11944 (631) 477-6912 / Irina@OhWhataMassage.com Words: 602 AIDS BENEFIT The sun was... Read Story
Storm on Dune Road Molly, who is a golden retriever, and I were spending a lazy day in the sun, splashing... Read Story
Memoir of Mirrors It is a wayward silence, that never sleeps, and in the moment where the breath of life... Read Story
Mommy is sitting on the stool in front of the easel by the yellow slide painting green apples and coke... Read Story
All The Same Old and tired is how I feel – not everyone who spends summers in the Hamptons is... Read Story
My story begins in 1936. I was born in Flushing Hospital in N.Y. at the crack of daylight I was... Read Story
(1) Snips and Snails and Puppy Dogs’ Tails Flip flops, bikinis, and sun-kissed skin are all ordinary sights any summer... Read Story
Shelter Island’s Voice by Pamela-Joan Clark They scourged us before we were allowed to flee to Shelter Island. I am... Read Story
You don’t know, JACK! (Or DO you?) A biography. By Anne Henry Do you know Jack Henry? No? Actually, I... Read Story
SPEAK-easy It’s never the guy with the dog that gets the girl. It’s the dog with the guy that get’s... Read Story
Memories Abound Along Route 27 East by Rebecca Victor Baadarani Years pass, so many years, and things change in the... Read Story
THE GREAT AWAKENING: … “YOU HAVE BEEN SNOOKY-LOOED!! I am a real estate agent in the Hamptons. I am one... Read Story