Hamptons Apocalypse Redux
June 1, 2000 3:00 pm“The horror, the horror, the horror”, these words rumbling around in my head, are those from the lips of Colonel... Read Story
“The horror, the horror, the horror”, these words rumbling around in my head, are those from the lips of Colonel... Read Story
It is the perfect balmy evening after a long summer’s day. We have ordered take-out from Chen’s Garden and sit... Read Story
Little Plains “Brawk!!!! Brawk! Brawk! Brawk!” I was sitting on a well worn beach towel in the middle of a... Read Story
Doug asks me “How did you lose yours?” I lean in closer as the diesel powering his sailboat made enough... Read Story
Talisman As we drove off the John Henry at Orient Point, the moist salt-scented, twilight air flew in the windows... Read Story
I have just walked into my apartment after having been out an hour to run errands and I cannot stop... Read Story
The Beach Family By Andrew Roth We were driving along Deerfield road to buy herbs for the flowerbed when the... Read Story
“Where I come from nobody knows and where I’m going everybody goes, the wind blows the sea flows . .... Read Story
Through the eyes of an eight-year-old girl, Cormaria, hidden from Bay Street behind hedges and trees on the outskirts of... Read Story
School is out. It is the end of June and we packed up the old cream colored Ford station wagon... 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
Montauk’s Biggest Celebrity Renee Jacobs July, 2014 No, it isn’t Paul Simon or Dick Cavett or Edward Albee although I... Read Story
Growing up on the North Shore of Long Island to me was divine; waterskiing, sailing in the bay, easy drives... Read Story
“North Fork, South Fork, Stolen Fork” If Mike had let me steal the fork that innocently ended up in my... 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
Merrick to Northport wasn’t that far a move, but that wasn’t the only change. I never attended a public school... Read Story
No Man in Everyman’s Land As told by GJ Fischer (July, 2014) Though I don’t have a mailbox, my zip... Read Story
I don’t know how your mind works, but inside mine is a courtroom. On the most difficult nights, when sleep... Read Story
I have a recurring dream where I am forced to move out of my home, the one I have tended... Read Story
Human beings are remarkable self-preservationists, much to their credit (and their detriment). One skill I’ve prided myself in, whether it... Read Story
Serenity comes over me on Rt 27 as I cross over the Shinnecock canal on my way to my East... Read Story
Eden was a beautiful lady. Her skin was fair, her eyes dark brown. Her black hair was always up in... Read Story
When we stared up at the moon, it was a golden, delicious orb, hovering over black, rippling waves that churned... Read Story
SnapShots 50 Years of Living on the East End Did we start on shaky ground? As our bright yellow taxicab... Read Story
THE HAMPTONS STREET NAME REVIEW. (3 pages; 946 words) By Charles Dyner 201. 707-0991 10 Arbor Ct. Livingston, NJ 07039... Read Story
Margarite’s Death It was a cloudy day which added to the family’s sadness. They were gathered at a cemetery in... Read Story
Small Potatoes by Selina Silecchia I grew up in Southampton, an Astoria, NY transplant, my first breath of Island air... Read Story
As I sit out on the deck of the room we have for the weekend at the Ocean Resort Inn... 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
The Greenport Maritime Festival by M. Christine Cardalena A young boy jumps into the still warm waters of summer. He... Read Story
The weathervane was a wrought iron horse fastened to the shingled gable of our garage facing Little Plains Road. It... Read Story
I am hard to classify. A local, yes, but more so, if that is possible. To explain the how is... Read Story
June Planted in spring, firs squat roadside on Sound Avenue. When you drive past in June and see their Charlie-Brown... Read Story
Passion, it’s such an interesting concept, how many ways it can show up in one’s life, a kaleidoscope of moments... Read Story
Who would have ever stopped and thought that Red Creek Road was home to an actual red creek? Well, maybe... Read Story
Discovering the East End was a happy accident back in 1979. My new husband and I lived in Manhattan and... Read Story
The summer of 1982 was coming to an end and I was about to turn sixteen years old. I was... Read Story
The salty, sticky breeze barely blew through my grandparents’ house in the dead of a north fork summer. It was... Read Story
On the lavender farm of East Marion’s Lavender By the Bay, one gets the feeling of being lost. Despite the... Read Story
As a good Long Island girl, I am bound to always listen to two mostly infallible Long Island natives: Billy... Read Story
We held our breath, carefully listening and looking around the plane with stunned stares. It was a moment before reality... Read Story
Back home, we’d spend warm breezy nights at the beach. We’d make our way down narrow roads lined by small... Read Story
Acclimatize Become accustom to a new climate or new conditions. As taken from the Oxford English Dictionary. We came in... Read Story
Treasures in a Green Cottage Tucked in among the newly built mansions you will still find strings of cottages right... 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
Impractical. Foolish. Dangerous. One can only imagine the sarcasm-laced verbiage directed at anyone who wanted to construct a shoebox cabin... Read Story
For all of my short existence, every summer, my family and I had made the drive from New York City... Read Story
It was an intense, warm embrace. The house wrapped its arms around me as I opened the door. It had... Read Story
Go big or go home I always say. Recently one of my nephews and his girlfriend came to visit for... Read Story
Maestra The Prius bounced from pothole to pothole like a pinball, causing a dust storm. As Joy pulled up to... Read Story
The click of joining pins in my crutches under pressure with every stride joined the uproar of flip-flops and wet... Read Story
My name is Justine Faeth and I wrote the book, “Chat Love”. I was born and raised in Long Island,... Read Story
Every small town has its own folklore, and the east end of long island is in essence a collection of... Read Story
Two Thousand and Nine was Robin Stringer’s year. It started off with a travel writing trip to Las Vegas. A... Read Story
Red and yellow flashed and swirled in the empty field at Gabreski Airport. It was probably not a good idea... Read Story
As a youth, I was always fascinated in great detail with the civil war and the time period of the... Read Story
Advantage: Sunshine Even in New York City, before the leaves began to fall, you were nervous about your plans for... Read Story
Under the Rainbow, By Joe Carson Somewhere over the rainbow way up high There’s a land that I heard of... 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
In the days before the internet and all the benefits of personal computers, when international phone calls were expensive propositions,... 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
By: Deidre Dare When we were freshmen in high school, my friend Shari and I, two nice Jewish girls from... Read Story
“You were born blue,” my mother explains. She has told the story of me, her most difficult pregnancy and birth,... 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
The Colors A blue and white striped boatneck shirt peeking out behind a billowy white scarf. Dark shaded aviator sunglasses.... Read Story
Spring is a season of rebirth. This thought runs through my mind as I hoist my straw beach tote out... Read Story
MY DILLY DALLY ON MAIN STREET IN SOUTHAMPTON- A LESSON TO US ALL © 2014 Laurence Stuart Warshaw -1-212-365-4895 Main... Read Story
Is it possible to experience the same joy in this hospital bed as I experience looking up at the new... Read Story
It was either 15 or 16 days that passed from the time I saw my mother in ICU to the... Read Story
Magic in the Air A reminiscence by Dave Moir As I reflect on the past, it’s not so much melancholy... Read Story
The Secret Beach Rosemary McKinley There are beach people and there are mountain people as I have observed over the... Read Story
The Montauk train leaves for New York four times a day, carrying vacationers and day-trippers on their journey home. The... Read Story
I began coming out to the Hamptons after I graduated Cornell thanks to a classmate who had a family home... Read Story
The Life and Times of Miss Muffet: A Love Letter to the Hamptons Once upon a time there was Brooklyn.... Read Story
There were city kids and there were local kids and we played together during summers on the North Fork. There... Read Story
Proust had his Madeleines, Wimpy his hamburgers, but my moment of culinary epiphany involved a hotdog that made my earth... Read Story
Honeysuckle. I smelled it before I saw the bush. I was walking on a street in my neighborhood in Springs... Read Story
Mom, Memories, and Me By Stacy Hoff Ever since I was old enough to say the word “beach” my mother... Read Story
For the previous ten years my family and I have vacationed every summer in Montauk. Together we enjoyed five glorious... Read Story
It was the middle of my tenth grade year. My first time attending high school, and not just any high... Read Story
Since the summer of 2008, my wife Laura, son Scott and I have engaged in an early July ritual. On... Read Story
When I still had no grey hair, my clinic comprised elderly, white, male Long Island veterans in wheelchairs with oxygen–with... Read Story
Finally the invitation arrived; the coveted sunset beach BBQ dinner invitation. The hosts chose a friendly email over Evite or... Read Story
7/7/14 LIFE’S A BEACH (final)1445 words As a child I was luckier than most because I grew up poor. Invariably... Read Story
It was the only house we could agree on and as it turned out, one of the few things in... Read Story
I was thirteen years old and part of a gang that was something out of Oliver Twist. We were petty... Read Story
TIME Benjamin Franklin observed: “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.” I would... Read Story
Paddling the Peconic School’s out, Summer barely begun – a time of joy for young adolescents everywhere – except for... Read Story
From our guesstimated calculations based on experience and encounters, my magical stuffed bear, Silkworm, and I have concluded there are... Read Story
PEG MURRAY-AN EAST END TREASURE BY BARBARA ANNE KIRSHNER Her eyes scanned the dark, cavernous theatre and settled on the... 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
The Family Toilsome In the fall of 1965, when I was seven, my dad up and quit his editing job... Read Story
I raised my face to soak in the warm rays and inhale the fragrance of freshly cut grass and slightly... 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
When we were young, when our life together was just beginning, we would drive out to what felt like the... Read Story
THE GOD OF SECOND CHANCES The God I believe in is a god of second chances. – Bill Clinton, 42nd... Read Story
Mort Gordon 254 East. 68th St New York, NY 10065 (212) 861 1246 45 Box Tree Rd PO-1201 Quogue, NY... Read Story
My “Hamptons,” A Story of Love and Loss By T.W. McDermott When I first heard someone talk about a Hampton,... Read Story
Day had barely broken when I got myself out of bed, chugged a cup of coffee, grabbed a banana and... Read Story
The Acorn Diary About eighty years ago, a builder purchased a pie-shaped slice of land densely covered by towering oaks... Read Story