Who Is Ms. East?
August 14, 2016 11:59 pmMay I dare ask thee: “Who are you, Ms. East?” “How did you come to be, Ms. East?” “What... Read Story
May I dare ask thee: “Who are you, Ms. East?” “How did you come to be, Ms. East?” “What... Read Story
The East End of Long Island is home to the oldest collection of historic windmills in the country. There are... Read Story
SOUTHAMPTON / 1640 – 1969 “The Queen of American Watering Places…A perfect modern residential community and vacation-land rich in... Read Story
Autumn on Long Island is cloudy and quiet. Warm and washed away. Everything is damp: the splintered wood of the... Read Story
As a Navy pilot for most of my adult life, I have flown over the Hamptons on numerous occasions but... Read Story
Time travel experiments. Secret sex societies. A vortex on the south fork and a new world order on the north... Read Story
Shelter Island gave me confidence and security in the way that only bare feet, unlocked doors, and unsupervised free play... Read Story
From the top of an apple orchard in a nature preserve in my hometown of Easton, Connecticut, I catch a... Read Story
When I was coming of age, my own unique bildungsroman in Sioux City, Iowa, my mother’s family talked about their... Read Story
Under a blazing hot sun, thousands of prisoners of war, slowly walk with little hope to survive excruciating conditions, starvation... Read Story
I propped myself with all the pillows from both twin beds in my neighbor’s guestroom and my thumbs blazed across... Read Story
Finagle’s Law Like most folks, I’d never heard of “Finagle’s Law” before I learned the hard way that it’s... Read Story
Newly married with degrees in education, his in Industrial Arts and mine in Speech Pathology, we packed our Volkswagen... Read Story
My family and I moved, from out of state, to the Hamptons in the fall of 2008. We had heard... Read Story
At twenty, an age when most young adults are trying to figure out who they are, my mother gave birth... Read Story
We returned to the tangle of place called home in 1994 – me, my husband and our young daughters. I... Read Story
Unhamper our Hamptons is my underlying mantra. Understand me, it is not a complaint, yet, an undertaking. Signage overload is... Read Story
Moments into East Hampton Middle School’s August 1997 Orientation for Grade 6 & All New Students, my parents and I ascend... Read Story
There was a time in my life, perhaps in all of our lives, when the world stretched only as far... Read Story
Everyone has a different reason to flock to water’s edge. Your need to be near the ocean changes like the... Read Story
If you’ve worked for years on women’s lifestyle sites, as I have, you know that in late afternoon it all... Read Story
It’s a summer tradition and a primary destination for many East End vacationers. The pastry department opens at 5am, and... Read Story
It was Tuesday morning, not yet 10 AM. I was on the phone. It’s funny – more than two and... Read Story
My father loved the Hamptons. One tranquil spot nestled between East Hampton and Amagansett in particular. Set back off a... Read Story
“What do you want for dinner?” My dad asks this of me daily whenever I’m out East for a visit.... Read Story
Bright dappled sunlight flooded the music room. White colonial shutters on open windows framed an unobstructed waterfront view overlooking... Read Story
The low grumble of our engine mingled with the herons’ melodic warble. Inside the boat, we were quiet. A foot... Read Story
That August 22 was their eighteenth wedding anniversary. They had a lot to celebrate. It was their third wedding anniversary... Read Story
I live in Montauk because my parents fell in love with this place 45 years ago. They were looking for... Read Story
Sometimes it seems like there’s a ‘spell’ over this part of the island. In the air, in the light, in... Read Story
Over twenty-five years ago, I met and fell in love with the man who would become my husband and father... Read Story
As a Russian émigré visiting Oakland Cemetery in Sag Harbor knowing who established American Ballet and who said: “By blood... Read Story
The pay stub was for 168.72 cents. It was lying near the futon he slept on, a good 15 feet... Read Story
I was born in Southampton Hospital in l943 and went to live in East Hampton with my grandparents, George and... Read Story
Since I was a child, I remember the many Sunday drives my family would take out to the east end... Read Story
If you knew me when I was a kid growing up on the south shore of Long Island, you’d... Read Story
In the summers of 1938 and 1939 Albert Einstein rented a cottage in Cutchogue. He liked to sail. Its so... Read Story
We are married now—although last year at this time, we weren’t. We have a picnic, consisting of North Fork smoked... Read Story
It was summer of 1984 and we had been coming to the Soundview Inn in Southold for a few... Read Story
Driving down the streets in Pelham Manor these days, one might happen to see a rather unusual sight. Unusual, if... Read Story
My earliest memory of Dune Road was fear of its proximity to the sea, unseen, just over the dunes. Looking... Read Story
My tall son tells me the official term for a group of jellyfish is a smack. A pod of dolphins,... Read Story
As I pulled up to the address on Jericho Lane, about the only expectation that I had was that I... Read Story
His tragic death affected me more than it really should have. I didn’t know him, or anything about... Read Story
I met an Australian woman in the annex at LVIS the other day. If you have not yet stumbled upon... Read Story
As I see it life is just one big ride along. The vehicle we choose determines our destiny perhaps just... Read Story
“Ladies and gents of the jury… we’re here to indict the captain and his mate for abandonment, and the folly... Read Story
Daybreak. Sun rising. Sea rolling in, dashing out. Sand clumping between my toes. Smooth breeze blowing. Time to say... Read Story
Early Sunday morning, the sky was perect blue, the singular scent of privet permeated the July air. So fleeting, yet... Read Story
I did not realize I was in the presence of royalty when my mother introduced me to Princess Nowanda of... Read Story
In 2010, I attended my first writer’s conference at Stony Brook University and signed up for something called Personal... Read Story
A lot of speculation has made about the unique and treasured light of the beautiful enclave we call the... Read Story
It’s no longer in the family but every once in a while I find myself taking a ride by the... Read Story
“The Linda Glacier: While this is the most climbed route on Mount Cook, N.Z., it is also one of the... Read Story
It smelled like vanilla cream and fish parts. The minute the car doors opened, heat and sunlight flooded our bodies,... Read Story
It’s like “magic in the making” every time I drive into East Hampton. My mind takes an “about change” photo... Read Story
It was the 80’s. The era of excess. Good music, big hair, short shorts, baggy shirts, rubber bracelets… the list... Read Story
We don’t go to Westhampton Dunes anymore. We sold our little beach house a few years ago at my insistence.... Read Story
We left home that day trying to relive a moment. The morning began with mom, waking calmly, and packing some... Read Story
It’s no coincidence – though perhaps it can be considered a culinary manifest destiny – that the East End of... Read Story
July 4th, 1961 I am a tubby, towheaded, seven-year-old girl perched on the edge of a wooden float on Great... Read Story
Late July is Gazpacho season on eastern Long Island. Farms and gardens are full of the essential ingredients: crisp cucumbers,... Read Story
The morning rain had stopped. Pools of quiet water covered broad swaths of road winding to the town dump. I... Read Story
Sag Harbor, a Hamptons village where you can still feel the breath of the old whaling town it used to... Read Story
It seems as though it could never be the same, yet somehow it always is. I’ve never been on a... Read Story
(selected pieces from memoir of grieving) Widower On day #1, only a few hours after he dies, you realize that... Read Story
Ah ….The sweaty, sweaty days of summer camp !!! The kids just called me “Miss GWENNNNNN!” They... Read Story
Gripped with the sort of panic that seizes just about any man left alone with his kids, I take Dempsey’s... Read Story
On Saturday, April 5, 2014, the writer Peter Matthiessen died at his home in Sagaponack where he had lived for... Read Story
Summer nights in the Hamptons can be a surprisingly quiet, reflective time, especially when you live in an old sea... Read Story
The pills were red. And I had long since promised to never go higher than the trees. But the vibe... Read Story
My story begins like a Horatio Alger novel. My grandfather, Percy Ticehurst Cuthbert (known as P.T.) was the son of... Read Story
After days of campaigning as a candidate for New York’s historic 13th Congressional seat, I was fried. I had to... Read Story
‘The Hamptons’ has been an important part of mine and my family’s life, for the past 7 years, even more... Read Story
For most of the seventies, my parents, Bev and Erik, drove to their buddy’s bungalow on the bay for a... Read Story
He made a pass, pounced at the Bridgehampton drive-in on 27, while watching “The Sting”. The screen seemed hung from... Read Story
In the beginning, I was a summer girl. Barefoot and blueberry lipped I sang my way through soft dunes and... Read Story
Like most people and their dreams, I abandoned mine. Although I once nearly succeeded in convincing the entire eighth grade... Read Story
Glitter and gold—so some gifts come wrapped. Artfully dressed to impress on the outside, declaring a king’s ransom on the... Read Story
Running from my family’s hotel on Newtown Lane, I headed toward our back lot. Mama was on my tail. Even... Read Story
Standing on top of rubble—cement blocks, slabs of wood, a pile of bricks, shingles, and mounds of dirt, I... Read Story
The excitement builds even before we exit off Montauk Highway at Town Pond. We lower the windows the better to... Read Story
Wednesday afternoon I am driving home from another meeting, the same I have every week, down the same road home.... Read Story
In this election year it is of paramount importance that the torch is passed peacefully to the next White House... Read Story
The “Twin Forks” refers to the two east ends of Long Island. It is a moniker whose credit is as... Read Story
“My parents moved the family to Staten Island just a month after I was born,” my co-worker Frank was telling... Read Story
In March of 1678, James Loper of East Hampton returned from a business trip to New England with a belated... Read Story
Here on the Eastern End of Long Island lies a small town called Quogue. In the past scholars and others... Read Story
Loser? Last year, I entered the Dan’s Papers literary contest and no, I wasn’t one of the winners, (surprise!). Nonetheless,... Read Story
It’s not easy to believe in something you haven’t seen. Without ever experiencing the workings of a television set or... Read Story
We spotted the ocean, at the head of the trail Where are we going, so far away And somebody told... Read Story
“What is The Most Beautiful Thing In The World?” Jackie asked. “Peace!” answered her little sister. “Nope, Lasata”, said... Read Story
Living on Long Island is essentially an affair of the heart. We fall in love with the place, despite all... Read Story
As I glanced around at the smiling faces of my family sitting in beach chairs amidst bonfires and underneath... Read Story
Growing up on the North Fork of Long Island, little did I know that my teenage years, the most important... Read Story
There are milestones in every child’s development, from walking, to first words, to pedaling a bicycle, to school readiness. Along... Read Story
I was his pal. Peter Jennings’ pal, that is. When my late grandparents lived in Bridgehampton, I would frequently... Read Story
The salt always stings before it heals. I stood where the waves broke, even though I knew better, and I... Read Story
The East End is a refuge for imaginative people. It’s a place where the outside world evaporates, liberating your mind... Read Story
Within weeks of our daughter’s birth 30 years ago, I turned to my husband and announced, “It’s time to look... Read Story