How Suffolk County Bought the Farm
June 1, 2000 3:00 pmLong Island needs county-level government. Why? Because no other level of government is as good at long-term planning as the... 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
My Second Life To the dismay of our adult children, twelve years ago my husband and I chose to move... 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
My child is part of the earth now. His soul is forever united with mine. He doesn’t know his brother... 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
I love BLUE. Always have. ‘BLUE’. Blue; Reminds me of home. Azure blue reflections painted my childhood’s oceans. Oceans... Read Story
I grew up in Brooklyn. We lived in Coney Island, and I like to say I could swim before I... Read Story
I sit on the dock with my legs hanging down. My dogs surround me. When I sit they get a... Read Story
The Other Side (WC 1487) Hector Joseph Silva Anyone traveling past the Westhampton Beach 7-11 can’t help notice the crowd... Read Story
Why Build? We did everything in threes. Talked to three architects. Interviewed three builders. Researched three approaches to building a... Read Story
MUD, CATTLE AND HOLINESS As twilight worked its way into night, we disembarked from our bus and walked toward the... Read Story
“How long is Long Island driver?” Hannibal Lecter asked from the back of the limo. Too long, maybe, to drive... Read Story
I kicked the sand hard at Cupsogue Beach, and the waves retaliated by spraying salty mist right into my face.... Read Story
Two years ago, I built a tree-house on our property in East Hampton with my own hands. The origin, the... 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
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
THE CLASSROOM At the Stony Brook University Southampton Campus, under the direction of my creative writing instructor, the well-known (actually,... 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
“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
East End of Long Island: a Still Point Between Two Worlds By Alexandra Newton Rios After Hannah Arendt, Jorge Luis... Read Story
Blanket Sleeper Feet I hear them running down the hall as if it were yesterday. The brushing sound of little... Read Story
ODE TO HAMPTON BAYS I am a weekender fairly new to Hampton Bays. Truth be told, I never thought that... Read Story
It is so common to lose a family member or a friend, but what happens when someone cuts a branch... Read Story
Ode to Limulus Polyphemus No, this is not about my college classics professor. It’s something more visceral, something that had... Read Story
The Ordeal of Yong Jo Ji By Jerry Bilinski The story of East End artist Yong Jo Ji and how... Read Story
The Man Who Loved Dinosaurs By Jerry Bilinski It was the late 1960’s on Long Island when Richard and his... Read Story
Green Smoke Joel Reitman PO Box 528 Peconic, NY 11958 631-765-2321 Blue smoke once filled the air, and finely tuned... Read Story
Mr. Sam Meets The East End By Ian Leigh Like the dorsal fin of a fish, Long Island’s East End... Read Story
IF PEP WERE HERE TODAY he would tell you stories that only a lifelong bay man could. He would predict... Read Story
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF YEMENITE BABIES DURING THEIR ALIYAH TO ISRAEL 1949-1954 Over 60 years ago Israel captured the imagination of... Read Story
Everyone living on the east end of Long Island is familiar with the fact that many outdoor workers – most,... Read Story
My wife, Paula, died three years ago after a long illness. Paula and I were married a few weeks after... Read Story
On the south side of the Village of Westhampton Beach a narrow barrier island runs from the Moriches Inlet where... Read Story
When my husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip to Istanbul in December of 2011, I must... Read Story
The first time I visited the East End I thought someone had slipped something into my food. I felt high.... Read Story
Everyone loves the East End of Long Island. I believe this because I see the constant stream of weekenders and... Read Story
June 2014 The Seagull By Linda Pashley Murray I flew over the soft breaking waves that morning. There were a... Read Story
It was a pleasant spring day, and I was in one of my cheerful moods. I was going to play... Read Story
In the summer, I’d lie awake in my room long after everyone else had gone to sleep. My hands would... Read Story
“Ki non-aw?” I asked hesitantly of the burly, sun-tanned Saintois fisherman as he repaired his fish traps on the beach... Read Story
My Personal Line It was a most pleasant day. If I said the sun was shinning, the sky was blue... Read Story
Dawn broke with the promise of a glorious day for the tiny island. All one needs to be “island hooked”... Read Story
The Lottery and the Phantom Albino Buck There was a slight breeze coming from the north on this clear, cold... Read Story
I’m sitting with my girlfriend Amita and another couple, her friends, in Della Femina’s in East Hampton. Though I grew... Read Story
Reality always strikes me when my friend Phyllis, opeans her Westhampton beach house for the summer. It is then that... Read Story
I was a difficult child. A child of the 80’s who wore the scars from being bullied by pretty girls... Read Story
On April 24th, the sirens were blasting! The radio announced “close your windows and shutters! Do not go out onto... 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
Long Island, specifically Suffolk County, has been part of my life for as long as a can remember. It has... 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
Most people have declared that the Vietnam War has ended. It never ended for the young vets who sacrificed their... Read Story
There in the break of dawns first light, the salted breeze from the Sound calmed me, as I signed the... Read Story
Telling an elderly parent that, for their own safety and that of others, they need to turn in their drivers... Read Story
Being born and raised in Southampton has always been something I have considered a gift. Not only do I believe... Read Story
Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart… ( Landesman F. 1959) Each summer sends us signals that... Read Story
My Friend, The Enemy There is something about the lure of the ocean, the sound of waves breaking on the... Read Story
A three-story multifamily dwelling is never what her clients are looking for here in Greenport. Nonetheless, Jane always shows it... Read Story
Like many married women, I had high hopes for our annual, extended-family vacation—with my siblings. We would roast marshmallows and... Read Story
In the rosy dawn I awakened to consider the uniqueness of the name Quogue. A place name in the Algonquian... Read Story
Plus ca Change I watch the sun glisten on his small but muscular body as he runs towards the breaking... Read Story
“You have to see this.” Marguerita is flipping through the latest issue of Dan’s Papers between bites of a freshly... Read Story
East Hampton is a funny place. My family has been coming here for many years, renting a lovely place not... Read Story
TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION Last year my husband and I, both retired senior citizens, decided to simplify our lives... 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
Everyone has heard the expression: “like riding a bike.” It’s the go-to phrase of every generation to imply that some... 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
There were others: fearless, violent. But there were more others: peaceful, patient. However, there was only one who pitched his... 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
“I just wanna go home. But considering who I am and the path I have traveled, I’m not exactly sure... Read Story
When I was young I used to play in the sand at the beach for hours during those long hot... Read Story
My grandfather died when I was 10-years old and my memories of him are filtered through a child’s eyes. But... Read Story
In a magical land of light and power, there rides a bus. It was the deadest of cold springs and... Read Story
There are camps and there are camps, camps for kids, camps for adults, camps for special sports, camps for special... Read Story
Desk. Ink. Pen or a quill? I am not sure. But it doesn’t make any difference now. Or does it?... Read Story
Aunt Leah who lived in Miami Beach loved coming to visit me each summer in East Hampton. She called it... Read Story
Melted brains and lifeless eyes, a common side effect to what my mom calls vegetating. Sitting in front of any... Read Story
I guess you could say I was a non-believer until my father died. I was in my mid- thirties and... Read Story
Walking With Thoreau by Christopher Benedict She wore a grey cardigan over her t-shirt and khaki shorts. This despite the... 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
The Essence of the East By Diane Strecker Today, it is mid-summer at daybreak on the brink of the beach... 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
In 1979 I rented a house in a Batak village in Sumatra for a dollar a day, breakfast included. It... Read Story
In health, Ronny was a healer. He was sharp with the commanding presence of a physician who could calm his... Read Story
The Long Island Pilgrim By: Christine Latchford I was born with a profound craving, or better yet, an addiction. I... Read Story
The First Race Under 42 minutes. This 10K road race goal is achievable by few. The annual Shelter Island 10K... Read Story
Montauk, who would have thought? By Gail Newman Ah summer in the 1960’s, can’t get any better for a ten... Read Story
Beach Days Then and Now Long before I could read or tell time, I knew when it was Saturday in... Read Story
ROASTED VEGETABLE SOUP The headline on the front page of my daily Long Island newspaper, Newsday, screams, “Hurricane Season is... Read Story
I am one of the few two-sewer stickball-hitters from the East Bronx who is still around. The game was to... Read Story
The Plot I wasn’t too keen on the idea of buying a cemetery plot in the first place. Neither of... Read Story
My grandma always says, “A man never truly grows up. His toys just get more expensive.” But for all her... Read Story
Typically we refer to people and life when we consider our sense of loss. Yet one can experience loss of... Read Story
It was the summer of “Star Wars”; it was the summer of Sam; it was the last summer for Elvis.... Read Story
“Swimmers take your marks,” intoned Mr. Stretch. I stood up tall on the Ocean Beach dock over the Great South... Read Story
I still remember the panic I felt when I took the letter from my landlord out of my post office... 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
I’ve been coming to the Surf Club of Quogue ever since I can remember. Now sixteen years isn’t quite a... Read Story
The property next door to ours in Amagansett sold recently for just under a million dollars. It was truly an... 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
Suzanne and I were the best of friends. We grew up in South Freeport in the 60’s. Freeport was and... Read Story