An Early Rescue
June 1, 2000 3:00 pmI sit at a table outside the Golden Pear in Southampton condemned to remember the sweet, doomed voice of Mrs.... Read Story
I sit at a table outside the Golden Pear in Southampton condemned to remember the sweet, doomed voice of Mrs.... Read Story
From my earliest childhood in Naples, Italy I have been a chef! At nine years of age I was cooking... Read Story
“This is a backyard pony show compared to the Hampton Classic.” Katie said to me as we rode into the... Read Story
“Moon Walk “ by: Matthew Ryan The era of the1960s started with the torch being passed to a youthful and... Read Story
The moment she sprang from her vanity stool, the group of nine year olds turned and stared. Then there was... Read Story
All year Casey waits for our summer trip to the Hamptons. It’s fall and we have a long time to... 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 always have, lived every day like it was my last. Always meaning as far back as I can remember,... Read Story
TURNING BACK THE WAVES OF TIME by Claire Michaels Coming here was like going back in a time machine for... Read Story
THE GEORGICA RENTAL AND THE SNAKE Some women will pay any price to enjoy a summer rental in the Hamptons,... Read Story
Southold the Summer of ’88 by Jeanette Marinese The first exciting thing that happened that first summer in our summer... Read Story
Gina Mulley once spent two straight weeks sitting by the Peconic River in Riverhead. It was 1978, the ink was... Read Story
Legend has it that my parents were looking for Nantucket within 2-3 hours of Manhattan. They drove east in 1951,... Read Story
Hairy-headed cows. The Montauk Lighthouse. Tall grasses along paths that lead to a sandy beach. Clean, neat appearances of eye-catching... Read Story
“Growing Together on Long Island” Written by: Lydia Speizio Fifty- two years and counting, with a husband of thirty years... Read Story
I love my house. I fell in love with it the moment I saw it on the HREO website in... Read Story
Sailing the Winds of the Sag Harbor Spirit Sarah Miller July 2014 “I know you.” “I get that a lot.... Read Story
Water People We really knew that we were “water people” when my husband’s company was making a move to Dallas.... Read Story
Tilling of the Heart By Lisa McEnany I am a farmer’s granddaughter. Childhood was a magical time, weekends filled with... Read Story
The Tree’s Promise Written by Emma Bonn The brush is thick in this area. Tall oak trees outline the paved... Read Story
There’s been a lot of talk lately about how great Eastern Long Island is and how one simply MUST experience... Read Story
My family bought the land on which to build our home during the mid-20th century. It was an era when... Read Story
I pushed my bare feet into the pebbles of the unfamiliar beach and wiggled my tiny toes deeper to plant... Read Story
Having lived in Los Angeles since the age of fifteen and pursuing a acting career all of my adult life... 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
Here Lyes y Body of Abigail Jeʃʃup Daughter of Mr . Iʃaac & Mrs. Sarah Jeʃʃup Who Decd. In Novmbr... 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 Point The boy raised the present over his head and slammed it against the stone counter, breaking it in... Read Story
Shadow My husband and I love our get aways to the North Fork of Long Island. It’s a lovely hour... Read Story
The first time I made the journey was on the train, one of three Irish girls with pale skin and... Read Story
It was June of 2007. Summer school was cancelled that year, so John needed to find some work, and fast!... Read Story
Magnesium S.C. Megale This is dedicated to my family – old and young – and the metamorphosis of themselves for... Read Story
Emily, my closest friend and old roommate in Manhattan, has a family home on Shelter Island. In the summer, before... Read Story
Something has been bugging me in the Hamptons. It has nothing to do with the long waits for tables at... Read Story
The Life of Things to the East: Lines Composed 119 Miles West of Montauk Lighthouse. July 13, 2014 These beauteous... Read Story
Some people may say that a house is not a lover, but in this case it was. Some people might... Read Story
Pen Craig Pen Craig is a 20 acre estate located in the incorporate village of Quogue in East Long Island,... Read Story
Every damn time. I’d get out and run my errand, and when I came back, he’d be sitting in the... Read Story
The seemingly endless fuselage of the station wagon held row after row of sticky vinyl bench seats, and whatever passed... 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
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
I’d always been dramatic, but I really wasn’t sure we were going to make it back East with my mother... Read Story
The Ultimate Party By Scott “Scotto” Savitt During my long successful career as an event producer, I have had the... Read Story
The first time, I came for love. I was 22 and it was for a single weekend to a tall,... Read Story
Pine Haven: a love letter It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings... Read Story
There were once exceptional people among us out here. They had all made a fortune, sure, and were probably scoundrels... Read Story
The Gift of the Gull A courageous whaling of hunger penetrated my ears as I tried to reenter the slumber... Read Story
Pine Haven: a love letter It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings... Read Story
Waves on the Peconic Bay As long as I can remember my family and I would vacation to Southampton on... Read Story
The Kathy Club Sometimes you’re just in the right place at the right time. Sometimes you get lucky. Twenty-five years... Read Story
The stars were elegiac. That I listened to their light, to find a light I could return, I was buried... Read Story
The thing that comes to mind when I think about my grandmother’s house on South Main Street is the light... Read Story
I was never afraid of the bees. They were my intimates as a child, familiars developed over the long hours... Read Story