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June 1, 2000 3:00 pm“History doesn’t repeat itself,” Mark Twain said, “but it does rhyme.” Harvey Shapiro did repeat himself (when he was reading... Read Story
“History doesn’t repeat itself,” Mark Twain said, “but it does rhyme.” Harvey Shapiro did repeat himself (when he was reading... Read Story
Everyone living on the east end of Long Island is familiar with the fact that many outdoor workers – most,... Read Story
On April 24th, the sirens were blasting! The radio announced “close your windows and shutters! Do not go out onto... Read Story
TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION Last year my husband and I, both retired senior citizens, decided to simplify our lives... Read Story
Those who know me well know another two things about me: 1. I love horror movies. 2. I don’t believe... Read Story
I still remember the panic I felt when I took the letter from my landlord out of my post office... Read Story
What Makes Us Whole By Megan Bradley “Get up, we’re going to the beach.” I groaned in response to her... Read Story
Small Potatoes by Selina Silecchia I grew up in Southampton, an Astoria, NY transplant, my first breath of Island air... Read Story
Acclimatize Become accustom to a new climate or new conditions. As taken from the Oxford English Dictionary. We came in... Read Story
Ah… the Hamptons…What is it about the Hamptons that continues to draw people from all over the world, returning each... Read Story
There were city kids and there were local kids and we played together during summers on the North Fork. There... Read Story
Take the Road Less Traveled…please By Frank Vespe After I dropped off my daughter Elizabeth at LIU Post Monday morning,... Read Story
I love ducks. Beginning with growing up in Riverside, California, and loving to watch and feed the ducks at a... Read Story
I pushed my bare feet into the pebbles of the unfamiliar beach and wiggled my tiny toes deeper to plant... Read Story
The seemingly endless fuselage of the station wagon held row after row of sticky vinyl bench seats, and whatever passed... Read Story
MY ‘ROSEBUD’ AND ‘THE TABLE’ Stephen Rosen [Excerpted from “YOUTH, MIDDLE-AGE, AND YOU-LOOK-GREAT: DYING TO COME BACK AS A MEMOIR”]... Read Story
My wife, Paula, died three years ago after a long illness. Paula and I were married a few weeks after... Read Story
The Acorn Reader About eighty years ago, a builder purchased a pie-shaped slice of land densely covered by towering oaks... Read Story
The Aroma of Crayola By Frank Vespe I could’ve drove the handful of miles to the auto dealer on Old... Read Story
The Essence of the East By Diane Strecker Today, it is mid-summer at daybreak on the brink of the beach... Read Story
Dreamer’s Cove We had decided to raise our children on the North Fork because it reminded my husband and I... Read Story
Montauk’s Biggest Celebrity Renee Jacobs July, 2014 No, it isn’t Paul Simon or Dick Cavett or Edward Albee although I... Read Story
As I sit out on the deck of the room we have for the weekend at the Ocean Resort Inn... Read Story
Treasures in a Green Cottage Tucked in among the newly built mansions you will still find strings of cottages right... Read Story
In the days before the internet and all the benefits of personal computers, when international phone calls were expensive propositions,... Read Story
Proust had his Madeleines, Wimpy his hamburgers, but my moment of culinary epiphany involved a hotdog that made my earth... Read Story
The Family Toilsome In the fall of 1965, when I was seven, my dad up and quit his editing job... Read Story
I always have, lived every day like it was my last. Always meaning as far back as I can remember,... Read Story
Having lived in Los Angeles since the age of fifteen and pursuing a acting career all of my adult life... Read Story
SKIPPING TIME Why is it always seemingly brightest right before the very next Full Moon? That’s especially true during December,... Read Story
Long Island needs county-level government. Why? Because no other level of government is as good at long-term planning as the... Read Story
THE CLASSROOM At the Stony Brook University Southampton Campus, under the direction of my creative writing instructor, the well-known (actually,... Read Story
On the south side of the Village of Westhampton Beach a narrow barrier island runs from the Moriches Inlet where... Read Story
Long Island, specifically Suffolk County, has been part of my life for as long as a can remember. It has... Read Story
Everyone has heard the expression: “like riding a bike.” It’s the go-to phrase of every generation to imply that some... Read Story
My Dad was in his mid-forties when he suffered some mysterious illness. Normally a husky and robust man, he became... Read Story
I’ve been coming to the Surf Club of Quogue ever since I can remember. Now sixteen years isn’t quite a... Read Story
Growing up on the North Shore of Long Island to me was divine; waterskiing, sailing in the bay, easy drives... Read Story
Dan’s Papers Story (final draft 7/21/14) PARRISH ART MUSEUM MOMENT: WHAT’S IN A NAME? By: Anthony Damian After a 37... Read Story
I’m facing the open armpit of a man built like a champion surfer. His forearms are thick and he flexes... Read Story
It’s mind-boggling how your life can change in an instant. One moment you are gliding through your life without a... Read Story
Honeysuckle. I smelled it before I saw the bush. I was walking on a street in my neighborhood in Springs... Read Story
I raised my face to soak in the warm rays and inhale the fragrance of freshly cut grass and slightly... Read Story
TURNING BACK THE WAVES OF TIME by Claire Michaels Coming here was like going back in a time machine for... Read Story
It’s a sixteen hour car ride from Mount Prospect, Illinois to Bridgehampton, New York and the longest amount of time... Read Story
I was a Mid Western transplant. I’d never been to the Hampton’s, and I didn’t know how to drive. My... Read Story
My Second Life To the dismay of our adult children, twelve years ago my husband and I chose to move... Read Story
Staying At Grandma Tasker’s Every summer in the mid-1950’s when I was a young child our family would drive out... Read Story
When my husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip to Istanbul in December of 2011, I must... Read Story
It’s Summer Time! In the summer on 1966, I was 10 years old and couldn’t wait for the fun to... Read Story
We’re at the water’s edge right where Old Fireplace Road becomes Gerard Drive in Springs, steps away from my wife’s... Read Story
In 1979 I rented a house in a Batak village in Sumatra for a dollar a day, breakfast included. It... Read Story
The property next door to ours in Amagansett sold recently for just under a million dollars. It was truly an... Read Story
“North Fork, South Fork, Stolen Fork” If Mike had let me steal the fork that innocently ended up in my... Read Story
The Greenport Maritime Festival by M. Christine Cardalena A young boy jumps into the still warm waters of summer. He... Read Story
Impractical. Foolish. Dangerous. One can only imagine the sarcasm-laced verbiage directed at anyone who wanted to construct a shoebox cabin... Read Story
By: Deidre Dare When we were freshmen in high school, my friend Shari and I, two nice Jewish girls from... Read Story
Mom, Memories, and Me By Stacy Hoff Ever since I was old enough to say the word “beach” my mother... Read Story
Technically, she never quite became my mother-in-law, but that never stopped me from thinking of her that way. Multiple sclerosis... Read Story
THE GEORGICA RENTAL AND THE SNAKE Some women will pay any price to enjoy a summer rental in the Hamptons,... Read Story
Here Lyes y Body of Abigail Jeʃʃup Daughter of Mr . Iʃaac & Mrs. Sarah Jeʃʃup Who Decd. In Novmbr... Read Story
I’d always been dramatic, but I really wasn’t sure we were going to make it back East with my mother... Read Story
You know every day I awake with the feeling that I’ve forgotten something. I open my eyes burdened with the... Read Story
“For thirty-eight years, our entire married life, we’ve lived in apartments. I want a garden! We’re getting out of Queens... Read Story
The first time I visited the East End I thought someone had slipped something into my food. I felt high.... Read Story
Most people have declared that the Vietnam War has ended. It never ended for the young vets who sacrificed their... Read Story
There were others: fearless, violent. But there were more others: peaceful, patient. However, there was only one who pitched his... Read Story
In health, Ronny was a healer. He was sharp with the commanding presence of a physician who could calm his... Read Story
FATHERHOOD By John Meyer East Hampton The boy couldn’t have been more than ten. Latino kid, with the big, limpid... Read Story
Don’t worry. This is isn’t going to be an essay about anyone’s first sex on the beach—drink or otherwise. And... Read Story
The weathervane was a wrought iron horse fastened to the shingled gable of our garage facing Little Plains Road. It... Read Story
For all of my short existence, every summer, my family and I had made the drive from New York City... Read Story
“You were born blue,” my mother explains. She has told the story of me, her most difficult pregnancy and birth,... Read Story
For the previous ten years my family and I have vacationed every summer in Montauk. Together we enjoyed five glorious... Read Story
When we were young, when our life together was just beginning, we would drive out to what felt like the... Read Story
Southold the Summer of ’88 by Jeanette Marinese The first exciting thing that happened that first summer in our summer... Read Story
The Peace in My Spirit By Romilda Rivera The peace within me is the privilege of being able to go... Read Story
The Ultimate Party By Scott “Scotto” Savitt During my long successful career as an event producer, I have had the... Read Story
My child is part of the earth now. His soul is forever united with mine. He doesn’t know his brother... Read Story
East End of Long Island: a Still Point Between Two Worlds By Alexandra Newton Rios After Hannah Arendt, Jorge Luis... Read Story
Everyone loves the East End of Long Island. I believe this because I see the constant stream of weekenders and... Read Story
There in the break of dawns first light, the salted breeze from the Sound calmed me, as I signed the... Read Story
Paumanok’s Paths My aunt and I sat overlooking her lovely yard, so large and lush that you could almost forget... Read Story
The Long Island Pilgrim By: Christine Latchford I was born with a profound craving, or better yet, an addiction. I... Read Story
Suzanne and I were the best of friends. We grew up in South Freeport in the 60’s. Freeport was and... Read Story
Merrick to Northport wasn’t that far a move, but that wasn’t the only change. I never attended a public school... Read Story
I am hard to classify. A local, yes, but more so, if that is possible. To explain the how is... Read Story
It was an intense, warm embrace. The house wrapped its arms around me as I opened the door. It had... Read Story
“They’re down at Turtle’s!” hollered a gruff voice seldom used to exude excitement. Suddenly most of the rods vanished from... Read Story
It was the middle of my tenth grade year. My first time attending high school, and not just any high... Read Story
THE GOD OF SECOND CHANCES The God I believe in is a god of second chances. – Bill Clinton, 42nd... Read Story
Gina Mulley once spent two straight weeks sitting by the Peconic River in Riverhead. It was 1978, the ink was... Read Story
The Point The boy raised the present over his head and slammed it against the stone counter, breaking it in... Read Story
The first time, I came for love. I was 22 and it was for a single weekend to a tall,... Read Story
A Baymen’s Lesson By Glen Stalter Despite moving out east in the early 90’s, I didn’t realize the real draw... Read Story
Blanket Sleeper Feet I hear them running down the hall as if it were yesterday. The brushing sound of little... Read Story
June 2014 The Seagull By Linda Pashley Murray I flew over the soft breaking waves that morning. There were a... Read Story
Telling an elderly parent that, for their own safety and that of others, they need to turn in their drivers... Read Story
“I just wanna go home. But considering who I am and the path I have traveled, I’m not exactly sure... Read Story
The First Race Under 42 minutes. This 10K road race goal is achievable by few. The annual Shelter Island 10K... Read Story