Not So Hamptons
August 17, 2017 2:28 pmShe screamed so loud that I figured someone must be dead. I sighed. My day had begun at 6:15 AM,... Read Story
She screamed so loud that I figured someone must be dead. I sighed. My day had begun at 6:15 AM,... Read Story
We sat there at the end of our dingy dorm hallway, not saying anything. He stared straight ahead, cross-legged, with... Read Story
Dear Diary, Every day here The Hamptons, something strange happens. The good kind of strange – the kind that makes... Read Story
I Let the water come. It will not pass the barriers we have erected. As mandated by the state on... Read Story
This year, I have done some exploring- personally and geographically. This election has definitely caused me to look in the... Read Story
A number of things went wrong early today. However I did not budge and let them wash over me, processed... Read Story
There is a set of cups and plates, dinnerware, we have in the front room of our house, the front... Read Story
It all started when I was young. I was introduced to the lifestyle of the well known Hamptons that everyone... Read Story
When we describe an object as “having character,” it is rarely meant as a compliment, and more often than not... Read Story
When a year gets mentioned instinctively I think, what was I up to that Summer, and the memories come flooding... Read Story
Every year the social studies department in my school has a mandatory project that we work on over the course... Read Story
When I am at the beach in Rocky Point, I feel a rush of excitement to be in such a... Read Story
Warning: The following story has been rated “S” for Savage due to Intense Sarcasm and Brutal Honesty. Viewer discretion advised.... Read Story
The receding lights of the muted cityscape are the only witnesses to the steady rumble of car wheels on a... Read Story
“You’re too small!” I heard that sentence throughout my childhood; too small for roller coasters, too small to play basketball,... Read Story
For several communities across the East End of Long Island the tourism industry is a hotbed of economic potential. Since... Read Story
The East End is the preeminent place to be during the scorching months of the summer’s heat. This is what... Read Story
I did much of my growing up in Montauk, I think. Although I only ever spent the summers here, my... Read Story
I was born in the water. My mother called it an effortless passage of life, relatively quick and uncomplicated, and... Read Story
It is hard to overstate the importance of the Hamptons as a motif in the story of my life thus... Read Story
Sound asleep. It happened during the summer in 2013. “Br-brrrrrrrr,” was the first thing I heard when I awoke. Slowly... Read Story
“We’re going to the beach tonight. Let’s go now!” I told my father. He had promised my brother and I... Read Story
They say “home is where the heart is,” but I feel as if my heart is missing from my chest;... Read Story
The ghosts are my friends. Before they were my friends, they were my mother’s friends, and her mother’s before that.... Read Story
On Sunday there were warnings of a huge storm. Then late Sunday my mom got a message from J.M.M.E.S (my... Read Story
“Vivo en Long Island, una isla este de la ciudad,” I tell my Argentine host family. “I live on Long... Read Story
I got a job out east so I could live at our beach house in Hampton Bays. An audiovisual contractor... Read Story
Just the mention of “New York City” caused my ten-year-old brother Jack’s entire body to stiffen up. Ever since he... Read Story
GOLD By, Theodore Aiello Age 18 Theo: I want to do something today Marie. Like, to tell people I did... Read Story
A few years ago my childhood dog passed away. Yes, I realize this is a solemn way to begin a... Read Story
I flicked the yellow of the pencil I had been chewing on from my front teeth and stared out across... Read Story
The Fourth of July is an interesting day. All around America, people celebrate the Declaration of Independence by throwing parades... Read Story
It took me a while to to figure out what I wanted to write about. The possibilities were endless! I... Read Story
One of my father’s favorite things to talk about is the history of my childhood home. He loves to paint... Read Story
There is a woman that I have known all of my life that I only recently began to truly understand.... Read Story
You are seven years old. The abandoned bunkers you and your family find at Shadmoor State Park tower twenty feet... Read Story
We load up the car for our traditional trip East, the destination reflected in our cargo of bikes, bathing suits... Read Story
The duck that rests in the field of Flanders lies like an idol of a dead civilization. Wire-frame and concrete.... Read Story
Traveling toward the tailfin of our strikingly piscine island has always been a highly anticipated and greatly coveted adventure for... Read Story
THIS IS A TEST, DO NOT RATE Without a doubt the most beautiful beach pavilion in the Hamptons is Main... Read Story
The salt always stings before it heals. I stood where the waves broke, even though I knew better, and I... Read Story
Though he may not possess the worldly renown of a White, Hunt, or Trumbauer, Benjamin Glover contributed his share to... Read Story
Skipping Rocks by James Michaelson “The trick is finding the perfect rock,” my Grandma explained as she scoured the sand... Read Story
One time at a family gathering, my aunt asked me if she and her family were locals yet. They’ve owned... Read Story
Every Wednesday my mother, my brother, and I would pack up our silver minivan with plastic sand toys, three beach... Read Story
The familiar boom in my chest, that shuddered my insides brought comfort. For as long as I can remember, going... Read Story
On Egypt Beach, multicolored umbrellas flutter in the wind while leathery couples lounge under their shade, probably sifting through Dan’s... Read Story
My mother adored going to the Hamptons. She is a lawyer. When I was little, I would tell my friends... Read Story
Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story
Check the time again, check the wifi-signal. The wind is whipping around quietly, and my skin prickles just slightly. It’s... Read Story
He was lying there in a hospital gown, his organs shutting down, and I didn’t say a word. If I... Read Story
Oma was the greatest person I ever knew. Describing her as a “person” wouldn’t even begin to illustrate her angelic... Read Story
Smoke filled the kitchen as a pungent liquid splashed from the pot. My dad remarked that had I been wearing... Read Story
I think she has about 5 words of English learned by now, including my name. Which of course in itself... Read Story
The deck of The Widge rocked gently in the September swells, sending tubes of paint rolling in their box. A... Read Story
What is home but automatic? Automatic means deep knowing, and deep knowing connotes intimacy. I recently brought a friend out... Read Story
The city was like a bubble of heat. Encapsulated by the large buildings and carbon dioxide, the scorching air stuck... Read Story
-Honoring a family member lost in WWII I 14, 1945. 1900 hours It has been twelve hours since I was... Read Story
Mrs. Kelly was positive, smiling, and unfailingly perky. I simply couldn’t stand her. For her, the rose-tinted glasses that most... Read Story
The waves stirred violently in the distance, mustering up strength and height as they crept toward the shore, and rapidly... Read Story
It was an irritable day for me. I was stuck waiting in the car with the feeling of failing to... Read Story
The waves stirred violently in the distance, mustering up strength and height as they crept toward the shore, and rapidly... Read Story
It was a sad day. My whole family was bummed, but I was the most heartbroken. My dearest friend had... Read Story
The street sign is named Central Blvd. On either side is nothing more than green woods littered with decaying, burgundy... Read Story