My Favorite Professor Was A High School Teacher
August 5, 2015 1:41 amThe last time I saw Mr. Sieminski was in 2011. He was narrating his wickedly entertaining “Christmas Story” on the... Read Story
The last time I saw Mr. Sieminski was in 2011. He was narrating his wickedly entertaining “Christmas Story” on the... Read Story
What are you going to be when you grow up? I think this was the most difficult question that... Read Story
Many years ago I was born again, not in a religious sense but in a medical one. A stranger had... Read Story
Its storied history of hosting music legends and work with the local community have made The Stephen Talkhouse an Amagansett... Read Story
For the first few weeks, bleary-eyed and half asleep as I wandered up the dock and into the marina bathroom... Read Story
What do a convertible, a famous drag queen and the Hamptons have in common? Just about everything it turns out,... Read Story
During his period in Long Island De Kooning rode his bike daily to Louse Point where he observed the water.... Read Story
Imagine you’re underwater. You’re suspended in total relaxation where the noise from the outside world can’t penetrate and air bubbles... Read Story
I want to start out by saying that I am not preoccupied with death. I am preoccupied with my obituary.... Read Story
Recently there was a reading in church from the New Testament about the tiny mustard seed outgrowing all other garden... Read Story
Despite what the movies depict, the life of an Architect is not necessarily a string of glamorous moments. If you... Read Story
“He is dying, Aphrodite; luxuriant Adonis is dying. What should we do? Beat your breasts, young maidens. And tear your... Read Story
I am not sure that there is a heaven but if one does exist I hope it has an east... Read Story
The sun goes in and out and I am relaxing for the first time this summer. It’s almost as if... Read Story
In August 1998 I saved my money as a supervisor in a women’s homeless shelter in New York City to... Read Story
While growing up during the Great Depression, my respite from the poverty that surrounded me was Saturday afternoons in the... Read Story
In an earlier incarnation, during that opulently sensory, promise-laden, unchained time between college graduation and reality, I imagined for myself... Read Story
This is the story of two men, two fathers. They didn’t grow up on the east end but they came... Read Story
The year 1900, a baby boy is born in Amagansett; on the north side of the Highway, just as you... Read Story
Perhaps this is your first time bringing a friend home from college, and it didn’t take much urging: Southampton Shores,... Read Story
Let me take this opportunity to thank the many residents of the Hamptons and Riverhead who gave me directions last... Read Story
I’m not sure how old I was, but I was too young to attend school when my father bought two... Read Story
One of my favorite poets Arthur Rimbaud wrote, “I’ve found it Eternity. It’s the sun mingled with the sea.” If... Read Story
We searched for a house in Montauk for more than a year. No luck there. The prices of the houses... Read Story
I had looked forward eagerly to lunch with my friend Anne, who was visiting Long Island from North Carolina. We... Read Story
Shinnecock Hills, the little beach and bluffs overlooking Peconic Bay, with Robins’ Island to the east, Shinnecock Canal to the... Read Story
My wanderlust will forever be the impetus for me to reach the four corners of the globe. With my sights... Read Story
The adults living in the tightly knit New York City neighborhood in which I was raised had something in common... Read Story
The biggest problem with not having a full-time home is having to buy the same things over and over again.... Read Story
A fear of flying has caused me to wake in hysterics over vibrations from the slightest turbulence. I’ll look around... Read Story
An old joke that restorers tell goes like this: How do you make a small fortune? Start with a large... Read Story
On January 17, 1991 the world changed. Operation Desert Storm began and I involuntarily became a horse owner. That first... Read Story
It was summer of 1984 and we had been coming to the Soundview Inn in Southold for a few years.... Read Story
A three-year-old girl’s tiny hand was encapsulated in the guided grip of a fragile old man beside her. They slowly... Read Story
The Hamptons are among the nation’s most gorgeous locales. The women living and vacationing here are equal to the landscape.... Read Story
“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” ~ Ernest Hemingway For the last 31... Read Story
I’ll never fully understand the ambition that drove my father to build a beach house in the Hamptons. Dad was... Read Story
“I’m finished,” she shouts. “I have finished my essay and I am sending it off to Dan’s Papers.“ Once... Read Story
My grandmother became sick the winter I was in first grade. I knew it was serious. The adults all huddled... Read Story
Mr. Davis was growing into middle age… GOSH he was so successful. Big Money. Big Homes. Big Yacht. Big Helicopter.... Read Story
Yeah! It’s finally summer and BEACH DAY SUNDAY! Hope Mom remembers my little pool, and my favorite towels. We wait... Read Story
It’s hard to remember, this far down the road, how i felt when i first realized what was happening with... Read Story
I was 2,000 miles away in the bold sun and vast, blue skies of New Mexico when our family home... Read Story
I do not know why we thought this was going to be so hilarious, but we did. We were... Read Story
A slight breeze blew in from the north on that clear, cold, early December morning as 120 deer hunters... Read Story
Part 1 On a crisp morning, before the fall met the winter, the kid named Michael stood on the... Read Story
Ever since I can remember, I have enjoyed the harmless taboo of skinny dipping. As a teen growing up in... Read Story
Ever since I can remember, I have enjoyed the harmless taboo of skinny dipping. As a teen growing up in... Read Story
Ooooh la la The Hamptons. Aren’t you in with the chi-chi crowd, hob-nobbing with the rich and famous — the... Read Story
Another farm sold. The modest house and smattering of out buildings were now in the sights of a demolition... Read Story
I am where I want to be because the East End is pockmarked with so many fresh water lakes and... Read Story
In many not insignificant ways, I don’t live a very happy life, though I’m a happy person with an unwavering... Read Story
The Pine Barrens are green again. For many years, I passed that large patch of forestry west of Exit... Read Story
My story begins at the Shinnecock Inlet in Hampton Bays on my friend Lanny’s recently purchased 27 foot Chris... Read Story
There have been other waters. Once and again. But they were waters that promised more than could possibly be delivered,... Read Story
“Where’s East Hampton?” I asked a friend. “Somewhere out on the Island, I think. Why?” Having recently learned of East... Read Story
I became seriously interested in chocolate 15 years ago when I competed in an Easter bunny raffle at Aldo’s Too,... Read Story
My Wife’s a Long Island girl, through and through. Born on the South Shore, she grew up as a... Read Story
They rose like dark spires from the earth ––– the burial mounds of a forgotten civilization, tombs of forgotten kings... Read Story
I became a caregiver. Not out of choice, mind you, but out of a sense of duty and as... Read Story
Last weekend, while strolling along what I refer to as “the apron” – a beautiful stretch of beach in... Read Story
New York City’s notorious “French Connection” case became a book, then a movie, and, in later years spawned a more... Read Story
The sandbar was the same. Well probably not exactly as it appeared years ago, since tides change and years erode... Read Story
It was 8AM on Saturday August 11, 2012, and I was heading out to Amagansett from Chester NY. I’d made... Read Story
I never thought I’d share this story. My younger sister and I made a pact never to speak of it.... Read Story
In 2013, I joined a club called WWWC. It’s a very exclusive club as not everyone can join because there... Read Story
Dear Montauk: For as long as I can remember I could not live without you. You were in my veins... Read Story
A perfectly placid day at the beach; it is the reason I live not far from the pristine shores of... Read Story
Everyone loves the East End of Long Island. I observe the constant stream of tourists whizzing by me daily. They... Read Story
My earliest memories of the East End of Long Island come from day trips that I took with my family.... Read Story
There is so little time for fun or family in the life of a man who makes his living on... Read Story
This past January I reached one of those milestone birthdays that come around every ten years. I celebrated with... Read Story
One The first time I ever saw Annie, the sun was in my eyes. I’d just started my morning jog... Read Story
I would NOT own a beautiful home at 50 Dune Road, Westhampton Beach if it was not for my father,... Read Story
The renovations were finished, the house was perfect, and I was never moving again. Our expanded ranch had a three... Read Story
Even after fifty years every time I go to Montauk I can still hear my mom’s voice. As my dad... Read Story
The boy raised the present over his head and brought it down hard against the stone counter, breaking it... Read Story
There was a time when going to the Hamptons was something that city people did only in the summer. My... Read Story
The East End of Long Island was home to the last summer Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller spent together. The... Read Story
“Scenes from the Boardy Barn and our first house in the Hamptons. Also the Brooklyn guys and people we have... Read Story
Sometimes a circle is the only way to go. For Dickie, Allen, and myself, getting up at 5AM to waterski... Read Story
Facebook (FB) has revolutionized inter-personal relationships, and its worldwide appeal is built on its inherent ability to communicate an... Read Story
Everything is beautiful but not everyone can see it. –Confucius Excuse the mess. We live here. –Unknown Making... Read Story
For two summers in the late 90’s, I earned money being mistaken for a shot girl. Although I did not... 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
Many years ago, my husband Bob would tell visitors that Albert Einstein may have (or had, depending on the amount... Read Story
Helen’s house was not like any Hamptons houses I’d heard about or imagined. It wasn’t on or even a close... Read Story
“I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.”... Read Story
I’ve been thinking about how poets become poets. My theory begins with Wordsworth’s lines about the child being father to... Read Story
The pond was tiny, at the base of the steep slope that separated our yard from theirs’. A spout on a... Read Story
It was the summer of ’73, and the Hamptons still felt exotic, exciting and new. I was a twenty-three year... Read Story
I suppose some might view it differently, but I’ve always been drawn to color and there’s certainly a lot of... Read Story
I have a bit of an obsession with Jane Austen. More of a love/ hate relationship really. We have nothing... Read Story
What could mesclun greens possibly have to do with percussion instruments? In my town, there is a connection. I live... Read Story
Two years after my last great summer in Montauk, I got married. My new bride, Linda, a San Diego native,... Read Story
It was a morning of deep cold the day I was to meet Cindy who would be driving us back... Read Story
Eastern Long Island has a fragile, unique and beautiful ecology. The pressure on that balance of nature is probably most... Read Story
We were Brooklyn kids so Riis Park, the crowded, tired public beach, was our refuge. We’d arrive early and... Read Story
“Son, it’s your lucky day. Ever been to Gin Lane?” “In Chinatown?” I replied, guessing wildly and badly. “I see.... Read Story
A voyage is a voyage is a voyage. And so whenever I board the ferry in New London, bound on... Read Story